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OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


. 


ORIGINAL  POEMS, 

Descriptive,  Social,   >Ioi  al,  and  Sacred. 


BY 


MATTHEW  McINTOSH, 
AUTHOR  OF  THE  "  CONFLAGRATION,"  &c. ; 


WITH  A 


BRIEF  AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL  SKETCH 


OF  HIS  LIFE. 


I  labor  on  to  find  some  thought  of  worth, 

That  wlmo  I  'm  dead  may  Sourish  long  on  arth. 


PITTSBURGH  : 

SOLD    AT    T*B    BOOK    STORES    OF    LUKE    L.OOM1S, 
WOOD  STREET,  AND  J.   COOK,  FOURTH  ST. 

1846. 


according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year   1846,  by 

MATTUKW   MclsTOSH, 

In  the  oftce  of  the  Clerk  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Western  Dis 
trict  of  Pennsylvania. 


A.  A.  Anderson,  Printer. 


?s 


CONTENTS. 

Apostrophe  10  a  Fountain,         .         .         .  13 

The  Absent  Lover,         .         .         .,         .         .         .16 

The  Happy  Incident, 18 

Catherine,      .         .  ...  .20 

The  Umbrella 22 

The  Lady's  Request, 25 

The  Answer,      .......      26 

Song— Eliza,  of  Saw  Mill  Run,      .         .         .         .28 

The  Mother's  Cradle  Song,         ....      30 

The  Emigrant's  Song,  .  .         .         .         .31 

A  Song,      .  .  32 

Lovers  Seeking  Cherries,       .         .         .         .         .34 
The  Maid  of  Birmingham,  .         .         .         .36 

The  Husband's  Lament, 38 

The  Husband  to  his  Wife,  ....      40 

The  Wife's  Reply,    .  42 

Home  Labor  Song,    ......      43 

To :  Belle  of  Pittsburgh,     .         .         .         .45 

Ode, 


CONTENTS. 

"  Across  the  Lake,"  .  .  49 

The  Singing.          •  ....      51 

Lines,  addressed  to  some  young  Ladies   who  paid 

the  author  a  visit  on  Coal  Hill,          .          .          .53 
First  visit  to  a  Friend  after  his  Marriage,       .         .     55 

Sonar.  57 

(ion.   Paaz's  Song;  of  Revenge         .          .          .          .59 

Orpah 61 

Nancy.  . 62 

The  Noble  Purpose, 63 

Juvenile    Temperance    Song,    fir   the    Fourth  of 

July, 65 

To  a  Newly  Married  Couple,      .         .         .         .67 
Lines,  written  on  the  death  of  a  very  amiable  young 

girl 68 

Hymn.      .  71 

Sacred  Dirge,          .          .          .          .         .          .          .73 

Reflections  on  the  9th  and  10th  chapters  of  Jeremi 
ah,  during  a  short  illness,  .  75 
Sabbath,  considered  as  an  emblem   of  everlasting 

fruition  to  the  Christian,  .          .          .          .78 

Sacred  Ode 80 

Giftof an  Early  Rose,     .          .         .          .  '       .          .81 
Mayor  of  yonder  Ville,         .         .  82 

Supposed  Controvesy  in   the  Literary  Society,  on 

the  reception  of  the  preceding  Poem,       .         .  85 
Lines,  written  on  reading  the  Pittsburgh  Quarterly 


CONTENTS,  r 

Review,  by  Samuel  Fleming,  ...  88 
Lines,  to  an  employer  during  a  short  illness,  .  .  89 
Lines,  written  in  a  Lady's  Album,  ...  91 
A  Mother's  Soliloquy  over  her  dead  Infant,  .  .  92 
To  "  Nlpfcil-on  reading  his  Farewell  to  his  Harp,  94 

Spring,          . 96 

Reply   to  the  inquiry  of  the   Birmingham  Literary 
Society  :  "Are  the  Hills  of  Saw  Mill  Run  fa 
vorable  to  Poetic  Genius?"          .          .          .     100 
Reflections  on  the  New  Year,         .         .         .         109 
Lines,  composed  after  witnessing  De  Meyer's  exe- 
«ution  upon  the   Piano  Forte,   upon  the  occa 
sion  of  his  recent  Concerts  given  in  the  city  of 

Pittsburgh, 115 

To :  A  Divine,       .         .         .         .         117 

Epistle  to  a  Friend, 119 

1* 


PREFACE. 

THE  writer  of  the  following  pages  was  born  in  Cole- 
chester  Barracks,  in  the  county  Essex,  near  London, 
about  the  close  of  the  eighteenth  century,  when  Eng 
land  was  at  war  with  France.  His  father  was  a  High 
lander  and  spoke  the  language  of  his  clan,  who  early  in- 
life  enlisted  in  the  service  of  his  country,  and  rose  to  be 
a  sergeant.  His  mother  was  a  native  of  England,  and 
a  descendant  of  the  Herberts.  When  the  writer  was  ve 
ry  young,  hie  father  was  sent  down  to  Sunderland,  in 
the  county  of  Durham,  to  recruit,  and  soon  removed  to 
the  city  of  Durham  for  the  same  purpose. 

The  writer's  grandfather  worked  in  a  coal  pit  at  Pain- 
shaw,  not  far  from  Durham  ;  and  here  his  mother  resol 
ved  no  longer  to  follow  her  Highland  Laddie,  who  was 
soon  sent  to  the  Peninsula  to  fight  the  battles  of  his  King 
and  country,  and  who  never  returned  to  aid  or  protect 
his  wife  and  four  children. 

Thus  orphanised  by  war,  and  being  the  eldest  child, 
(the  youngest  never  saw  his  father,  and  was  killed,  at  the 
age  of  14,  in  a  pit  at  the  West  Moor  Colliery,)  he  was 
put  down  the  pit  110  fathoms,  or  660  feet,  at  Painshaw, 
to  earn  25  cents  per  day  for  the  support  of  the  family, 
when  only  6  years  of  age ;  and  so  little  that  several  men, 
surprised  at  the  descent  of  so  small  a  boy  into  the  pit, 
came  into  his  grandfather's  room  and  measured  him  with 
their  candles,  six  of  which  were  his  height.  These 
candles  were  so  small,  on  account  of  the  fire  damp,  that 
they  were  65  to  70  in  a  pound.  Here  he  was  doomed 
to  sit  and  keep  a  door  for  17  or  18  hours  pei  day,  and 
receive  a  flogging  from  the  drivers,  who  performed  the 
operation  gratuitously,  for  the  love  of  the  thing.  The 
Caller,  whose  business  it  was  to  awaken  the  men  and 
boys  to  go  to  work  at  1  o'clock  in  the  morning,  when 
his  mother  would  lift  her  little  boy  from  his  warm 
bed,  kiss,  dress  and  send  him  away  into  hell's  kitchen, 


VIII  PREFACE. 

until  7  at  night;  so  that  in  winter  he  never  saw  the 
sun  from  Sunday  night  until  Saturday  night  each  week, 
and  surrounded  by  every  circumstance  and  association 
calculated  to  perpetuate  ignorance.  For  when  he  was 
sent  into  the  pit,  he  would  not  so  much  as  look  in  a  book, 
although  his  grandfather  whipped  him  until  both  mo 
ther  and  grandmother  wept  for  his  unconquerable  obsti 
nacy.  It  was  very  providential  for  him  that  Sabbath 
Schools  came  into  operation  about  this  time,  for  he  was 
sent  to  one  at  Shiney  Row  every  Sabbath,  where  he  re 
ceived  instruction  for  a  short  period. 

A  circumstance  worthy  of  mention  occurred  as  he 
came  home  from  school  one  Sabbath:  he  beheld  a  num 
ber  of  boys  cruelly  destroying  a  number  of  young  birds, 
which  excited  his  sympathy  to  such  a  degree  that  he 
wept  bitterly  the  whole  of  the  next  day  in  the  pit,  so 
that  every  one  who  heard  him  were  in  great  distress, 
and  used  every  art  to  console  him  in  vain. 

In  a  short  time  he  was  separated  from  his  mother,  by 
going  with  his  grandfather  to  Hebron  Colliery,  on  the 
river  Tyne,  at  which  place  circumstances  were  more  fa 
vorable  and  interesting;  here  he  was  for  the  first  time  in 
his  memory  taken  to  a  place  of  worship,  by  a  young 
man,  who  boarded  with  his  grandfather.  This  youth 
was  a  Methodist,  and  soon  took  a  liking  to  his  associate, 
who  he  discovered  had  an  excellent  voice  for  singing; 
and  when  Sabbath  came  round  he  proposed  to  take 
him  along  to  meeting,  which  proposition  was  rejected  ; 
aevertheless  the  youth  caught  him  in  his  arms  and  car 
ried  him  across  a  large  public  square,  to  the  great  asto 
nishment  of  the  beholders.  But  music  soon  spread  her 
charms  over  his  soul,  and  subdued  his  malignity  by  an 
irresistable,  though  secret,  incantation,  and  he  never  need 
ed  again  to  be  forced  to  hear  the  sound  of  sweet  harmo 
ny  at  the  house  of  God.  This  fact  demonstrates  that  a 
right  perception  of  music  was  a  component  part  of  his 
nature,  which  all  his  life  lias  corroborated.  Singing  ne 
cessarily  induced  the  desire  to  learn  to  read,  and  a  new 
hymn  book,  for  that  purpose,  was  soon  obtained  for  him. 


PREFACE.  IX 

It  was  in  reading  this  book  that  a  love  of  learning,  and  a 
desire  to  excel  in  knowledge,  was  first  engendered  in 
his  bosom.  A  principle  was  now  stirred,  which  seems  to 
have  gained  support  from  the  superincumbent  obstacles 
which  forbid  the  developement  of  his  genius. 

He  then  removed  to  Killingworth  Colliery.  At  this 
place  he  went  to  night  school  and  learned  Arithmetic, 
and  was  sometimes  assisted  in  this  pursuit  by  an  Over 
man,  at  the  intervals  of  labor,  in  the  pit.  At  the  age  of 
17  he  became  decidedly  serious,  when  his  Bible  became 
his  daily  companion  when  at  work,  whch  enlivened  his 
excessive  toil.  In  this  manner  he  acquired  a  vast 
amount  of  Biblical  wealth.  The  whole  secret  of  his  suc 
cess  is  to  be  attributed  to  this  practice  of  saving  time,  thus 
establishing  a  habit  of  thinking  when  at  work,  sweeten 
ing  labor  with  contemplation.  Then  "labor  est  volup- 
tas."  Nor  did  he  stop  at  learning  the  Scriptures  in  the 
bowels  of  the  earth,  but  his  Latin,  Greek  or  English 
Grammar  was  taken  daily  in  his  bosom  to  work. — 
Thus  learning  lay  near  his  heart.  The  circumstance 
which  induced  him  to  attempt  the  dead  languages  was  as 
follows  : — -One  day  while  in  a  neighbor's  house,  he  saw 
a  child  tearing  a  book,  which  he  took  from  it,  and  was 
surprised  to  see  in  it  the  superscription,  written  by  Pi 
late,  in  Hebrew,  Greek  and  Latin,  placed  over  the  Sa 
vour's  head  on  the  cross.  He  purchased  it,  although  it 
had  neither  beginning  nor  end,  and  had  it  nicely  bound, 
with  the  resolution,  if  possible  to  be  able  to  read  it  in 
the  original,  which  he  accomplished. 

The  first  piece  of  poetry  he  ever  wrote  with  a  pen — 
for  he  had  frequently  written  with  chalk  and  pencil — was 
when  he  was  lamed  by  striking  a  pick  through  a  part  of 
his  foot.  While  thus  disabled,  he  sent  a  poem  to  Mr. 
James  Waddle,  the  Plessy  poet,  who  afterwards  became 
his  father-in-law.  The  poet  returned  it  with  some  cor 
rections,  and  another  poem,  wishing  his  foot  better,  on 
the  reception  of  which,  he  very  foolishly  wrote  another 
poem,  full  of  acrimonious  words,  but  not  of  feeling,  two 
lines  of  which  only  live  as  a  specimen  of  this  folly,  which 


*  PREFACE. 

No  poet  I  hoped  my  lines  would  revise, 

Whose  mind  pride  had  blinded,  as  age  has  his  eyes. 

This  is  only  mentioned  to  show  the  consequen 
ces  that  immediately  followed.  The  poet  was  much  of 
fended,  and  showed  it  to  the  Class  Leader,  and  threatened 
to  bring  the  subject  before  the  Superintendent ;  but  as  he 
promptly  wrote  a  penitential  ditty  to  the  old  gentleman, 
the  subject  was  soon  lulled  to  sleep.  Soon  after  a  cir 
cumstance  occurred  which  brought  from  the  hot  bed  of 
thorns  another  effusion,  which  he  had  the  precaution  to 
let  his  Class  Leader  peruse,  who  put  it  into  the  fire,  saying 
"  t'iat  the  devil  inspires  thee."  Thus  ended  his  poetas- 
tering  for  10  years. 

The  next  event  worthy  of  notice  is  the  Pitman's  strike 
— for  this  is  the  hinge  on  which  turned  his  present 
destiny.  The  Colliers  were  struggling  with  numerous 
disadvantages,  when  a  Union  commenced  throughout 
the  counties  of  Durham  and  Northumberland.  He  did 
not  at  first  join  the  association  on  account  of  his  church 
relationship.  But  the  men  at  the  Colliery  were  determi 
ned  to  leave  the  church,  if  he  resisted  longer;  and  from 
religious  considerations  alone  was  he  induced  to 
assist  his  compeers  to  effect  an  amelioration  of  their 
condition,  and  he  published  two  pamphlets  in  defence 
of  their  rights,  which  called  down  the  vengeance  of  the 
owners  of  the  Collieries.  He  invented  and  introduced 
a  system  of  commercial  co-operation,  which,  if  it  had 
been  carried  on  to  this  day,  would  have  been  very  ad 
vantageous  to  them.  But  it  failed,  and  the  storm  of 
odium  lell  heavier  on  him,  and  which  resulted  in  his  em 
barkation  for  America,  where  he  landed  at  New  York, 
on  the  27th,June  1829 — bookless,  moneyless  and  friend 
less  but  not  senseless  nor  useless.  The  ordeal  was 
severe — the  storm  was  great,  but  it  was  left  far  behind, 
except  the  cold  echo  of  heartless  malevolence  which  ig 
norance  has  sometimes  reverberated  in  his  ear. 

The  calm  which  ensued  was*  great,  and  his  prospects 
began  to  clear.  But  there  was  a  vacuity  in  his  mind 
not  to  be  satisfied.  His  family,  and  all  he  held  dearest, 


PREFACE.  XI 

were  in  another  hemisphere.  To  rob  the  heart  of  eve 
ry  endearment  at  once,  is  a  loss  which  calls  forth  the 
greatest  magnanimity  of  soul,  and  the  sacrifice  ought 
not  to  be  rendered,  if  possible. 

One  incident  more  ought  to  be  stated,  as  it  led  him  to 
writing  lyrics,  and  made  him  read  his  heart  in  connection 
with  nature. 

Whilst  working  at  Pottsville,  he  went  every  Sabbath 
to  hear  preaching  ;  but  not  having  a  Bible,  he  solicited 
one  of  the  preacher,  who  replied  he  had  none.  He  said 
he  thought  that  the  British  and  Foreign  Bible  Society 
might  have  left  some  with  him  for  distribution.  The 
preacher  said  he  sometimes  had  them,  but  had  none  at 
present.  He  asked  if  he  had  part  of  an  old  school  Test 
ament.  The  preacher  replied  no  :  but  never  inquired 
into  the  cause  of  the  solicitation. 

As  he  went  through  the  woods  home  and  reflected  on 
the  change  of  his  situation,  said  he,  "  I  once  had  Bibles 
and  Testaments  in  various  languages — have  been  many 
years  an  active  member  of  the  Foreign  Bible  Society,  and 
I  am  now  reduced  to  crave  in  vain  a  school  book  from  a 
benevolent  minister.  No  Bible — no  sympathy — no  pro 
mise — no  expectation — sad  change  !  " 

He  called  at  a  house  on  the  road,  and  told  his  sad  sto 
ry.  The  person  loaned  him  a  copy  of  Robert  Burns' 
Poems.  Some  of  the  songs  he  greatly  admired,  and 
composed  music  to  them  for  his  amusement  through  the 
winter. 

In  the  spring  of  1830  he  came  to  Pittsburgh,  which 
location  was  favorable  to  his  occupation.  Here  a  new 
and  enlarged  scene  of  city,  stream  and  hill  opened  to 
his  view,  at  once  abrupt,  magnificient  and  sublime,  at 
tracting  his  observation,  and  inviting  his  admiration. — 
The  society  with  which  he  mingled  was  also  industri 
ous,  kind  and  intellectual.  A  new  class  of  feelings  and 
impulses  were  thus  called  into  existence,  while  over  the 
gorgeous  landscape  a  sombrous  melancholy  was  spread, 
like  the  first  tinges  of  autumn's  decay,  caused  by  the 


XII  PREFACE. 

absence  of  his  family.  In  this  condition  his  Muse  be 
gan  to  court  him  with  wily  art. 

And  to  cheer  his  gloom,  oft  she  led  him  forth, 
With  gentle  stepsj  to  cull  sweet  nature's  flowers, 
Who  smiling  turned  to  see  him  gather  bliss, 
And  own  her  long  lost  son. 

Here  he  formed  the  resolution,  if  possible,  to  make  hills, 
rivers,  creeks,  and  towns  classic  in  song,  by  blending 
moral  feeling  with  location,  individuality  and  scenery — 
a  partial  attempt  at  which  is  to  be  found  in  the  following 
pages. 

He  has  been  greatly  encouraged  to  proceed  in  this 
undertaking  by  his  numerous  friends,  as  well  as  by  the 
Literary  Societies,  to  which  he  is  attached,  not  so  much, 
perhaps,  for  the  laudableness  of  the  object,  as  to  be  an 
incentive  to  others  who  are  placed  in  similar  situations 
in  life.  For  if  one,  who  has  been  the  child  of  Misfor 
tune,  and  hid  by  her  in  the  deepest  night,  and  only 
brought  to  light  by  the  flaming  brand  of  a  city  in  her  de 
structive  hand,  can  surmount  such  difficulties,  what 
youth  need  despair  of  success.  The  storm  that  wrecks 
a  fleet,  may  perchance  cast  a  gem  ashore,  but  certainly 
not  as  an  equivolent.  So  that  calamity,  which  destroy 
ed  a  vast  portion  of  a  large  city,  has  brought  a  Collier 
from  the  bosom  of  obscurity. 

The  gentlemen  of  the  Press  have  with  great  unanimi 
ty  encouraged  his  pursuits,  which  entitles  them  to  his 
sincere  thanks  and  lasting  esteem. 


ORIGINAL  POEMS. 


AN  APOSTROPHE  TO  A  FOUNTAIN. 

Sweetly  ever  flowing  fountain, 
Gently  stealing  down  the  vale: 

Bosom  treasure  of  the  mountain, 
Lofty  veteran  of  the  gale! 

Lo,  thy  mirror  face  is  smiling, 

Placid  as  in  days  of  yore  ; 
Cooling  cordial,  toil  beguiling, 

Full  of  goodness  —  running  o'er. 

Ruby  lips  have  often  praised  thee, 
When  thy  comforts  they  have  felt, 

Bending  o'er  thy  shrine  of  beauty, 
Where-  their  transient  image  knelt. 


14  M<=INTOSH'S  POEMS. 

They  have  gone  like  summer  roses, 
Faded  while  the  zephyr  plays  ; 

But  their  virtue  still  discloses 
Merit,  far  above  these  lays. 

Time,  that  touches  all  things  mortal, 
Has  not  changed  thy  crystal  bliss  ; 

Pure  as  when  the  first  fair  vestal 
Deigned  her  hand  and  fount  to  kiss  : 

Ere  the  green  wood  hid  thy  lustre 
From  the  sun's  prolific  beam ; 

Or  the  Indian  learned  to  butcher 
Life,  and  crimson  all  thy  green  ; 

Or  the  white  man's  axe  was  sharpened 
T'    bow  the  forest  vast  and  wild, 

After  ages  Sol  resplendent 

On  thy  long  veiled  aspect  smiled. 

Winter's  bands  by  thee  are  broken. 

Warm  like  friendship  is  thy  breast; 
Hence  a  word  in  kindness  spoken 

Melts  the  spirit's  icy  crest. 

Flow  sweet  rill,  until  thy  current, 
Filled  with  tributaries,   flows, 

Like  a  child,  or  sprightly  gallant, 
When  he  to  a  giant  grows. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  15 

When  thy  bosom  rises  swelling, 

Passionated  by   the  rain, 
Thou  art  muddy  log  expelling, 

Rushing  on  with  speed  amain, 

Nought  can  stop  thy  strength  in  motion, 

Barriers  seem  as  vile  as  vain, 
Puny  as  the  Royal  notion 

Was  to  curb  the  raging  main. 

Can  disdain,   with  freezing  fingers, 

Bind  the  current  of  the  mind? 
No !  it  flows  and  never  lingers, 

The  ocean  of  deep  thought  to  find. 

Tyrant  skill  has  ne'er  been  able 

T'  bind  with  chains  the  human  will ; 

And  no  power  can  e'er  be  stable, 
While  injured  minds  can  revel  still. 

Source  of  pleasure,  I  thy  margin 
Homeward  tend,  and  gather  flowers, 

Where  the  matron,  when  a  virgin 
Passed  so  many  gleesome  hours. 


THE  ABSENT  LOVER. 

Maria  is  the  fairest  maid, 

That  treads  her  native  hill, 
And  o'er  each  scene  where  we  have  strayed, 

My  fancy  leads  me  still. 
Her  eye  first  gained  my  heart's  respect, 

Enkindling  bright   esteem, 
And  joy  soon  languished,  if  neglect 

Obscured  its  fervent  beam. 

Upon  her  brow  in  artless  fold 

Her  yellow  tresses  lay, 
Like  a  rich  mass  of  purest  gold, 

Which  glads  the  eye  of  day. 
Her  bosom's  like  the  dogwood's  bloom, 

Which  early  decks  the  spring, 
And  cheerful  as  the  merry  tune 

Of  birds  which  on  them  sing : 

For  in  her  smile  such  pleasures  dwell, 
Above  all  earthly  sweets  ; 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  17 

While  on  her  lips  some  mystic  spell, 

My  soul  delightful  keeps. 
A  word  from  her  is  richer  far, 

Than  aught  beneath  the  sun, 
And  shines  in  memory  like  a  star, 

Which  never  can  go  down. 

The  chain  to  bind  our  youthful  love, 

Time  holds  in  his  own  hand; 
And  if  he  but  propitious  prove, 

We'll  surely  wear  the  band ; 
Then  should  stern  Fate  tyrannic  throw 

Me  on  some  distant  shore, 
I'll  view  her  through  the  cloud  of  wo, 

And  drink  of  bliss  still  more. 

2* 


THE  HAPPY  INCIDENT. 

When  the  summer  was  young, 

And  the  feathered  tribes  sung, 
And  the  blossoms  spread  wide  on  the  mellon, 

Then  I  sat  in  the  shade 

That  the  tent-like  vine  made, 
Till  my  musing  was  broken  by  Ellen. 

A  fair  damsel  was  near, 

With  a  youth  in  her  rear, 
And  she  a  wild  posy  was  smelling ; 

"  This  large   boquet,"   he  cried, 

As  fast  forward  he  hied, 
"  I  have  gathered  for  you,  sister  Ellen." 

WThen  I  first  heard  the  sound, 

I  arose  from  the  ground, 
And  I  lingered  as  waiting  their  coming ; 

The  young  stripling  I  knew, 

When  he  near  to  me  drew, 
Introducing  me  there  to  young  Ellen. 


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il  Oh,   most  beauteous  maid," 

In  a  rapture  I  said, 
•'Shall  I  aid  you  safe  home  to  your  dwelling? 

For  the  distance  is  far, 

And  you  have  not  a  car ; 
Do  allow  me  your  arm,  fairest  Ellen.'1 

Not  a  word  did  she  speak, 

But   the  blush  on  her  cheek, 
All  her  willingness  coyly  was  telling; 

Then  I  tripped  down  the  dell, 

Quite  allured  by  the  spell, 
That  lived  in  the  smile  of  sweet  Ellen. 

Now   her   converse   and   mien 
Spread   a  charm   o'er  the   scene, 

And  her  eye  a  pure  angel  did  dwell  in, 
From   its  lustrous  light 
The  dark  future  shone   bright, 

As  my  feelings  entwined  them — round  Ellen. 

On  the  blithe   Ohio, 

Where  the  proud  steamers  go, 
As   it  were   by  some    magic   propelling, 

O'er  the  rough  sea  of  life, 

And  the  billows  of  strife, 
I  will  sail  on,  delighting  in  Ellen. 


CATHERINE. 

At  love's   command   my  muse  obeys, 
And   wonder  listens   to    my   lays  ; 
Since   in   this  darksome    vale   of  tears, 
Beset  with   toil   and    doubt  and  fears, 
A    gift   from  heaven   can   rarely    shine, 
To    equal    lovely    Catherine. 

It's  not  the   rosy  cheek  she  wears, 
Untouched  by  age,   or  torn  by  cares  ; 
Nor   yet   her   mind    with    knowledge   filled 
Nor  hands   in  good  employment  skilled ; 
Nor  name  sprung  from  some  noble  line, 
That  lights  my  Hame  for  Catherine. 

It  is  her  eyes   which  kindly  burn, 
That  whensoe'er  on  me  they  turn, 
The  strangest  raptures  seize  my  heart, 
'Till  from  her  side  I'm  loath  to  part ; 
For  my  best  feelings   all  combine, 
To  link   my   soul   to  Catherine. 


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My  joy  so  great,  pen  cannot  tell, 

So  rich,  so  vast,  the  mystic  spell, 

If  wide  the  gates  of  heaven  were  thrown, 

And  I  the  angel  ranks  were  shown, 

They'd  not  appear  more  like  divine 

To  my   wrapt  thoughts,  than  Catherine. 

One  night  I  took  her  by   the  hand ; 
When  lo !    her  look,   so   archly   bland, 
Diffused  such  transport  through  my   veins. 
And  drove  dull  caution   from   my  brains, 
Then  extacy  soon  named  the  time 
I  wished  to  wed  young  Catherine. 

No  word  she  spake,  nor  no,  nor  yes, 
And  what  I  said  seemed  not  amiss, 
And  thus   the  longest  winter's  night, 
Was  spent  in  visions  of  delight, 
'Till   day  reluctant  dared  to  shine, 
And  parted  me  and  Catherine. 


THE  UMBRELLA. 

The  morning  rose   bright  as  the  wish 

E'er  traveller  felt  arise, 
When  distance  lifts  his  home  to  kiss 

The  azure  bending  skies. 
When  Autumn,   to  th'  admiring  glance, 

Stands  decked  in  green   and    yellow, 
As   Sol  spreads  out  the   wide  expanse, 

Like  earth's  rich  umbrella. 

At  eve's  approach,  the  clouds  in  white 

Foretold  the  parent  storm, 
They  fled  through  scenes  of  golden  light, 

On   wings  of  ether  borne. 
A  melancholy  gloom  o'erspread, 

Where  thunders  soon  did  bellow  ; 
"  Dear  sir,"   I  thought  they  loudly  said, 

"  Mind  take  your  umbrella." 

Then  soon  I  heard  the  school  house  bell 
Inviting    to  debate, 


MCINTOSH'  POEMS.  23 

My   bosom  glowed,  as  if  the  knell 

Sung  forth  my  blissful  fate. 
While  rows  of  girls  the  scene  did  grace. 

Whose  smiles  were  ripe  and  mellow : 
The  fairest  sat  beside  the  place 

Where   stood  my   umbrella. 

Now  music's   pleasing  strain    was   played. 

And  gladsomeness  went  round, 
While   knowledge,  like  a  giant,  laid 

Proud   pretence  on  the    ground. 
While  she  whose  charms  had  won  my  heart: 

Whose  eye,  like  mind's  bright  Stella, 
Made  me  resolve  e'er  we  should  part, 

She'd    share    my  umbrella. 

Close    by  her  side  I  strove  to   keep, 

Along  the  crowded   aisle, 
As   still  my  longing  eye  would  seek 

Her  kind  approving  smile. 
And  when   she   reached   the  outer   door, 

A  tall  and  smart  young  fellow 
Now  wished   her  arm, — I   slipt  before, 

And  spread  my  umbrella. 

T  spoke   a   word   and    gave   a  look, 

Which  she  did  understand, 
And  bent  my  elbow,  like   a  hook, 

To  gain  her  heart  and  hand. 


24  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

She  smiled  acceptance,   and  she   placed 
Her  arm   in  mine  :  sweet  Bella 

Thus  linked  me  to  an  angel  chaste. 
Beneath   my  umbrella. 

The  youthful  ardor  of  my  love 

That  hour  began  to  glow, 
And  frequent  converse  goes  to  prove 

She's  antidote  to  wo. 
That  stormy  night  was  truly  kind, 

With  gladsome  soul  I  tell  her  ; 
It  gave  me  countless  worth  to  rind 

Beneath  an  umbrella. 


THE  LADY'S  REQUEST. 

Oh!   do  not  go  so  soon, 

Wait  till  the  storm  is  past; 
And  when  the  sullen  gloom 

Her  latest  tear  has  cast 
Into  the  lap  of  youthful  day, 
Then  cheerily  pursue  thy  way. 

Brave  not  the  wind  and  rain, 

Tempt  not  the  woody  steep, 
The  falling  trees  will  blame 

Your  rashness,  as  they  break 
In  vengeance  round  your  sliding  steps, 
As  danger  shrieks  in  sudden  threats. 

The  pitchy  darkness  hides 

The  earth,  and  e'en  the  sky ; 
The  blustering  north  wind  chides 

The  woods,  till  they  reply  — 
No  star  illumes  the  dark  profound, 
Nor  path  is  seen  upon  the  ground. 


26  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

And  hark  !  the  angry  roar, 

Of  yonder  raging  run  ; 
It 's  dangerous  to   pass    o'er 

When  high,  by  light   of  sun  : 
But  worse  by  far  when  night's  dark  veil 
Has  hid  in  murk  the  deepening  vale. 

Oh!  do  not  go  so  soon, 

Wait  till  the  storm  is  passed ; 
And  when  the  sullen  gloom 

Her  latest  tear  has  cast 
Into  the  lap  of  youthful  day, 
Then  cheerily  pursue  thy  way. 


THE  ANSWER. 

Sebina's  pleasing  voice, 

Whose  words  like  gifts  appear. 
'Mid  smiles,  bids  love  rejoice, 

Like  fairy   strains   brought  near : 
Or  like  the  soft  ^Eolian  harp, 
Breathes  soft  enchantment  through  my  heart. 

For  honor  thus  conferred, 
And  tenderness  expressed, 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  27 

Thou  gainest  the  best  reward 

That  ever   virtue  blest; 
Thy  mind  and  virtues  all  combine, 
And  make  thee  like   a  seraph  shine. 

My  fancy  on  thy  cheeks, 

Beneath  thy   radiant  eye, 
Oft  drinks  the  honey  sweets 

That  in  their  roses  lie. 
For  sweeter  than  the  flowers  of  spring, 
Are  the  red  tints  thy  blushes  bring. 

One  hour  with  thee,  alone, 

Is  worth  the  longest  day 

That  e'er  on  beauty  shone, 

And  still  was  asked  to  stay; 
When  on  her  lips  the  heart's  behest, 
Was  sealed  to  her  most  kind  request. 

And  glad  is  Temperanceville 
To  own  so  rare  a  prize ; 
Young  men  forget  reach  ill, 

When  they  behold  thine  eyes : 
For  thy  bright  looks  of  matchless  grace 
Can  sorrow  from  their  bosoms   chase. 


SONG: 

ELIZA — of  Saiv  Mill  Pan, 

Loved  Saw  Mill  Run  gives  me  a  theme, 
That  wakens  my  rapturous  lay ; 

Where  beauty  goes  forth  in  her  sheen, 
As  knowledge  lights  up  her  bright  way. 

Eliza,  fair  maid  of  this  vale, 

Where  happiness  swells  to  delight, 

As  waters  roar  loud,   or  faint  wail, 
And   Virtue   grows  fearless  of  blight. 

Thy  youth  and  sweet  loveliness  blend 

Their  charms  with  the  smiles  of  thy  face, 

And  health  and  tranquility  tend 

To  mellow  and  heighten  each  grace. 

My  bosom  with  transport  is  filled, 

Whenever  thy  presence  I  see ; 
And  absent,  like  Sol,  thou  dost  gild 

My  prospects  in  future  with   thee. 


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I   hail  thee,  as  thou   dost  the  spring, 
With  joy  and  with    gladness  of  soul ; 

Since  light  and  felicity   fling 

Stern  winter  and  gloom  from  the  pole. 

I  hail  thee  as  lovers  who  glow 

In  prospect  of  wishes   so  near; 
Uncertainty  smiles  this  to  know  ; 

Hope  steps  from  his  radiant  tower. 

Now,  Melody,  try  thy  best  strain, 
And,  Harmony,  swell  thy  full  chord, 

To  praise  my  Eliza's  loved  name, 
Whose  virtues  I  gladly  record. 


THE  MOTHER'S  CRADLE  SONG. 

Sweetest  child  of  woman  born, 
Heavenly  smiles  thy  looks  adorn  ; 
Joys  unspeakable   are   mine, 
Gathered  from  these  smiles  of  thine. 

In  thy  pretty  little  face, 
Purest  innocence  and   grace, 
Goodness,  too,  I  clearly  see, 
Fairest  traits  of  piety. 

Heaven   nor  earth  did  ever  view 
A  richer  gem  of  love  than  thou  ; 
Crown  of  pure  connubial  bliss, 
Object  of  my  early  wish. 

When  thy  wordless  voice  I  hear, 
I  run  to  thee  and  comfort  bear : 
My  best  affections  round  thee  twine; 
Oh  !   what  bliss   to  call  thee  mine  ! 

Through  thy  cloudless,  azure  eye, 
Shines  a  soul  that  cannot  die  ; 
But  shall  live,  and  love,  and  fly, 
Glorious  thiough  eternity. 


THE  EMIGRANT'S  SONG. 

I'll  sing  for  I  stand  upon  Denny's  proud    mountain  ; 
I'll  sing  for  I  stand  on  its  coal  clouded  brow, 
Where  pleasures    flow  freely    from    friendship's    pure 
Wlmse  joys  oft  repeated  seem  always  as  new.  [^fountain. 

How  kindness  assists  my   mind  in  reflecting. 
It  restores  my  past  pleasures  and  heightens  them  too, 
While  I  am  indulging  the  zest  of  good  eating, 
The  supper  delicious,  my  comrades,  with  you. 

But  I  have  a  fair  one  amidst  all  her  sorrow, 
Is  dearer  to  rne  than  the  bright  summer  sky, 
Who  once  was  the  source,  yea,  the  soul  of  my  pleasure; 
Of  pleasures,  though  faded,  they  never  can  die. 

Far,   far  as  she   lives  o'er  the  green  ridged  ocean, 
And  there  she  has  said  she  's  resolved  to  stay, 
Yet  still  on  the  mirror  of  fancy's  reflection, 
She  shines  with  a  lurid  and  heart  rending  ray. 

And  what  though  the  tempest  should  hide  me  in  horror, 
While  danger  shall  rock  me  upon  the  big  wave, 
I'll  brave  all  that  's  dismal  in  ocean  to-morrow, 
To  bless  her  I  love,  or  to  find  me  a  grave. 


A  SONG. 

Like  the  first  flower  that  decks  the  spring, 

Fair   Mary  blooming  grows  ; 
Far  from  the  city's  business   din, 

Where  winding  Chartier  flows. 
Upon  a  gentle  sloping  hill 

Her  natal  cottage  stands, 
Beside  the  music  dripping  rill, 

And  views  the  fruitful  lands. 

Her  ruby  lips  of  laughing  love, 

Rich    ivory    display, 
While   eyes,  like  diamonds,   as  they  move, 

Diffuse  soft  pleasure's  ray : 
The  tints  upon   her  modest  cheek, 

Proud   wealth  would  gladly   wear ; 
Her  every    feature  seems  to   speak, 

Content   reposes    there. 

My  roving  feet  at  once  were  staid. 
When  I  beheld  her  charms — 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  38 

I  wished  to  clasp  the  blushing  maid — 

And  stretched  my  eager  arms : 
But  prudence  said  the  foolish  want 

Would  soon  the  bliss  destroy, 
Till  Hymen  should  her  safe  transplant, 

And  nurse  the  wedded  joy. 

She's  like  the  flower  so  early  born, 

To  herald  hasting  bliss, 
Which  drinks  its  beauty  from  the  morn, 

And  bows  when  tempest's  hiss. 
I'll  take  her  to  my  cheerful  home, 

Where  comforts  shall  distil 
Their  freshness  on  her  head  alone, 

Unconscious  of  an  ill. 


THE  LOVERS  SEEKING  CHERRIES. 

How  shall  I  gain  these  cherry's  height? 
So  tempting  to  the  longing  sight ; 
The  tree  is  lofty,  and  they  gleam 
On  wide  spread  branches,  weak  extreme. 
They  seem  to  drink  the  solar  ray, 
And  zephyrs  gently   with  them  play ; 
Could  I,   like  fancy,  easy  perch 
Among  them,  I  would  feast  in  mirth. 

My  Delia's  wish  my  soul  inspires 
To  obtain   the  pleasure  she   desires ; 
And   did  they  far  o'erhang  the  brink, 
Where  danger  frowns  and  mortals  shrink, 
Where  expectation  durst   not  stretch 
To  blessings  scarce  within  her  reach, 
I'll  draw  them  with  a  lover's  arms, 
Since  thou  dost  cheer  me  with  thy  charms. 

Forbid  it  heaven  !  than  risk  thy  life 
I'd  eat  the  bitter  fruits  of  strife: 


MCINTOSH  S    POEMS. 

To  see  thou'rt  safe  and  smiling  near. 

Does  banish  every  cloud  of  fear, 

Gladly  with  thee   I  would  endure 

The  storms  of  life   when  worst  they  pour: 

But  lo  !  I  tremble  e'en  to  think 

For  me    thou  might'st  in  ruin  sink ! 

Then   thou  dost  love  me  lovely  fair, 
Since  all  my  life  's   thy  praise  and  care. 
Gem  of  the  universe  thou   art; 
Soon   may  I    wear    thee    next   my   heart : 
Thy    blushes    like    these    cherries   rise. 
Waked    up  by    love    and    fond    surprise ; 
And    since    thy   bliss   depends   on  me. 
I'll   give    my   life,  my  all   to   thee. 

Then  closer  to  his  love  he  drew, 
One  arm  around   her   waist  he   threw. 
Her  lilly  hand  the  other  took, 
While  pleasure  glistened  in   each  look. 
They  stood  like  monuments  of  love, 
Perfected  by  the  hand  of  Jove. 
I  heard  a  sound  like  meeting  lips. 
Where  love  a  thousand  pleasures  sips. 


THE  MAID  OF  BIRMINGHAM. 

In  strains  as  sweet  as  ladies   win, 

I'll    sing  the    best   I    can, 
The    fairest   maid    that   e'er   was  in 

The    town   of  Birmingham. 

Beside    Monongahela's   stream 

I    saw  her,    where    the   dam 
Roars   like    a   sea,    and   breaks    the    dream 

Of  maids    in    Birmingham. 

'Twas   the   blest   season   of  the   year, 

When    summer   freely   flang 
Unnumbered  blessings    round   to   cheer 

The   maid  of  Birmingham. 

Her    mother,  leaning   on    her,   smiled, 
With   age  both    weak    and    wan : 

As    beauty    blossomed   on   her  child. 
The    maid    of   Birmingham. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  37 

Her  rosy  cheeks,  her  eyes  of  blue, 

My  fancy  loves  to  scan, 
And  admiration  turns  to  view 

The  maid  of  Birmingham. 

Her  goodness  wakens  fond  desire; 

Her  smiles  my  wishes  fan, 
And  bids  my  confidence  aspire 

To  the  maid  of  Birmingham. 

I  soon  revealed  my  scheme  of  bliss, 

And  she  approved  my  plan, 
To  change  her  from  a  blooming  miss 

To  wife  of  Birmingham. 

Should  war  approach,  like  some  foul  fiend, 

And  terror  lead  the  van ; 
May  every  youth  with  joy  defend 

A  maid  of  Birmingham. 

And  may  this  town  forever  prove 

It  never  had  a   man 
Who  did  not  praise,  and  kindly  love 

A   maid  of  Birmingham. 


THE  HUSBAND'S  LAMENT. 

Oh  no,  I'll  not  wander  my  love  from  the  sorrow, 

The  heart  stricken  grief  I  still  cherish  for  thee  ; 
From  rose  bud  anil  lilly  the  dew  drops  I'll  borrow, 

To  swell  the  affection  no  mortal  can  see. 
The  voice  of  the  turtle  dove's  tonic  so  plaintive, 

Steals  over  my  spirit,  bereavement  to  please, 
As  I  sit  by  the  streamlet,  which  murmurs  relentive, 

Where  the  water  fall  constantly  weeps  on  the  breeze. 

Its  sweetness  to  drink,  from  the  fountain  of  pleasure. 

When  memory  leads  to  the  source  of  the  past, 
And  endearment  lingers,  and  quaffs  without  measure, 

And  smiles  on  the  ima^  reflection  has -cast. 
The  flowers  she  planted  so  early  in  season, 

And  watered  so  often,  and  sheltered  with  care, 
Most  sweetly  they  opened,  and  blushed,  for  the  reason 

That  my  lovely  angel,  their  favorite,  was  there. 

But  now  all  their  beauty  with  sorrow  is  drooping, 
As  full  as  frail  nature  is  able  to  bear. 


MCI\TOSH'  POEMS.  39 

Till  noontide  approaches,  when  lo  !  they  are  looking 
The  mutes  of  sad  wretchedness  seeking  despair: 

For  she,  like  a  rose  tree  whose  beauty  has  vanished, 
Except  a  lone  blossom,  the  last  of  the  year, 

Has  left  me  a  son,  though  death  has  her  vanquished, 
In  whose  lovely  image  she  smiles  always  near. 

Now  mine  is  the  wish  to  pursue  such  examples, 
To  feel  and  to  languish,  but  not  to  repine 

For  her  who  now  blooms,  where  disease  never  tramples, 
And  rests  on  the  bosom  of  promise  divine. 


THE  HUSBAND  TO  HIS  WIFE. 

I  love  thee  for  thy  worth, 

Thou  fair  and  lovely  one, 
And  for  the  smile  of  mirth 

Which  early  on  me  shone. 
1  love  thee  for  the  words 

Which  did  our  wishes  seal, 
And  more,  because  thou  lovest 

To  keep  them  sacred  still. 

T  love  thee  for  the  fruit 

Which  blossomed  on  thy  cheek, 
Whence  trees  immortal  shoot, 

And  still  thy  praise  bespeak. 
I  love  thee  for  the  help 

Thou  hast  me  freely  given, 
And  soothed  the  pains  I  felt, 

And   healed  my  heart  when  riven. 

Amid  my  darkest  gloom 
Thy  pleasure  giving  eve. 


JTINTOSH'S  POEMS.  41 

Would  cause  my  hopes  to  bloom, 

And  soon  my  sorrows  dry. 
And  thus  I  love  to  tread 

The  zigzag  path  of  life, 
With  thee  who  hast  me  fed 

With  comforts  rare  and  rife. 

With  joy  we've  toiled  along, 

When  rough  or  smooth  the  road, 
Oft  cheered  with  pleasure's  song, 

As  Malice  o'er  us  crowed. 
Sometimes  has  gay  deceit 

Her  glittering  crest  displayed, 
And  our  unconscious  feet 

From  goodness  half  betrayed  : 

And  fair  temptation  bloomed 

Like  flowerets  o'er  a  pit, 
Which  deepest  danger  crowned, 

All  sparkling  bright  with  wit. 
But  God  in  goodness  smiled, 

And  drew  my  thoughts  away, 
And  led  me,  like  a  child, 

Where  danger  never  lay. 


THE  WIFE'S  REPLY. 

I  love  thee  for  the  truth 

Thy  life  hath  long  displayed: 
Thy  promises  of  youth, 

Which  all  my  feelings  swayed. 
My  young  affections  threw 

Their  arms  around  thee  then, 
Aud  gained  support  and  grew 

Strong  from  the  best  of  men. 

The  fruit  which  thou  hast  praised, 

Is  owing  to  thy  aid, 
I,  like  the  vine  when  raised, 

Am  strong  and  fruitful  made. 
When  storms  rose  to  excess, 

I  closer  to  thee  clung, 
As  distant  bliss  grew  less, 

The  more  from  me  they  flung. 

And  till  my  latest  hour 

My  spirit  still  shall  please ; 

My  heart  is  thine  —  the  dower, 
Whose  wealth  can  ne'er  decrease. 


HOME  LABOR  SONG. 

The  young  Farmer  to  his  lovely  Bride. 
Blithe  as  the  morn   when  beauty  smiles 

On  every  opening  flower, 
Thou  art  Lucinda,   and  thy  wiles 

Make  pleasant  labor's  hou  •. 
Thy  clothes   were  taken  from  the  flock. 

Which  thou  with  skill  did'st  spin, 
And  thou  did'st  weave  and  make  the  frock 

Thou   art  so  lovely  in. 

Thy  charming  beauty  found  a  shade 

In  what  thy  fingers   wrought, 
And  thou  art  handsomely  arrayed 

In   what  no  merchant  bought. 
While  Flora  decked  in  foreign  silk, 

Goes  foppishly  attired, 
'I  hou  art  the  very  cream  of  milk  ; 

For  virtue  long  admired. 

One  morn  I  saw  her  strutting  by, 
In  French  boots  measuring  space, 


44  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

And  the  bright  smile  that  glads  man's  eye 

Was  hid  in  Brussel's  lace. 
Her  Leg  Horn  set  with  pretty  bows, 

Was  fashionably  trimmed; 
She  held  it  on  with  far-fetched  gloves, 

From  the  mischievous  wind. 

Her  dress  did  say  I  am  allied 

To  wealth  and  many  a  farm, 
As  on  she  went  with  gleeful  pride, 

Leaning  on  Broadcloth's  arm. 
Then  love   is  certainly  not  brought 

With  dress  from  foreign  lands; 
Nor  is  contentment  ever  wrought 

In  cloth  by  pauper's  hands. 

Oh  !  no,  it  is  not  costly  dress 
That  lights  love's  fervent  beam; 

Nor  is  our  heart-felt  pleasures  less, 
When  hid  in  homespun  clean. 


TO  '— :  BELLE  OF  PITTSBURGH. 

Soft  rosy  health,   while  beauteous  young, 
Has  oft  danced  jocund  on  thy   tongue, 

And  spread  gay   mirth  around ; 
While  on  thy  roseate,  dappling  cheek, 
Bright  rays  of  bliss  commingling  meet, 

Where  crimson  tints  abound. 

Heneath  thy  blue,  vivacious  eyes, 
Rich  pleasure  lives,  but  sorrow  dies  ; 

Entombed  in  golden  light; 
They  coruscative  radiance  spread. 
And  grace  dull  melancholy's  head 

With  smiles  which  give  delight. 

Light  footed  joy,  glad,  trips  along 
With  thee,  fair  favorite  of  song, 

Nor   ever  leaves    thy  side, 
Thy  mellowed  melody   's  replete 
With  sacred  charms,  more  rapturous  sweet 

Than  svren  ever  tried. 


46  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Thy  voice,  in  strains  which  cherubs  sing, 
Like  heaven's  enchantment  on  the  wins, 

Delights  us  with   surprise : 
On  music's  wing  thou  hast  upborne, 
And  made  me  taste  empyrean  morn,- 

As  we  did  soaring  rise. 

Thy  sparkling  wit  from  thought's  pure  flame, 
Ne'er  caused  a  wound  nor  aught  of  pain, 

But  varied  joys  inspired. 
Desire's  strong  eye  could  quickly  see 
Attractive  virtues  dwelt  in  thee, 

Which  all  his  bosom  fired. 

Pittsburgh  is  proud  of  one  so  fair, 
Whose  lofty  brow  and  flowing  hair, 

And  goodness  elegant, 
Which  draw  respect  from  all  who  see; 
And  praise  on  learning's  lips  for  thee 

Friendship    delights    too   chant. 


Ix  the  latter  end  of  November,  or  the  beginning  of  Dec.,  1833, 
I  went  to  meet  my  wife  and  children,  according  to  her  written 
request,  at  the  town  of  Erie,  on  her  way  from  England,  where 
she  had  remained  three  years  and  six  months  after  my  departure 
from  my  native  land,  to  participate  in  the  matchless  priviliges  of 
American  freedom.  When  I  arrived  at  Lake  Erie  the  tempest 
raged  fearfully.  The  steamers  and  other  vessels  dared  not  to  cross 
the  angry  waves  for  several  days-  The  celebrated  steamer  \Vash- 
ington  was  driven  on  the  Canada  shore  and  lost.  Thus  disap 
pointed  in  my  object,  with  feelings  highly  excited,  and  fancy  ro 
ving  amid  gloomy  conjecture  as  to  the  result,  of  my  journey,  pitting 
on  the  mound  of  the  time  destroyed  fort,  with  eyes  facing  the  hea 
ving  billows,  watching  for  the  first  vessel  that  should  appear  on 
the  dim  horizon,  and  surrounded  by  the  graves  of  departed  patriots, 
I  wrote  the  following  Ode: 

Ye   tyrant   winds,   oh!  cease   your   blowing, 

Why  keep   my  love   away    from   me  ? 
^fow   hush   to    peace   your   dismal    howling, 

You  seem   to    chide  her  love   to  me. 
Oh  !   why  afflict   so  fair  a  stranger, 

Who   has  triumphant   crossed   the  sea, 
And   braved   with  pride   a  world  of  danger 

To  evidence  her  love   to  me. 


48  MdNTOSIl's    POEMS 

Then  hear  our  prayers  and   soon  deliver, 

Unloose  your  unseen  chains,   and   free 
That  lovely   form  so  rich  with  pleasure. 

She  longs  to  smile  in  love  on  me. 
On  Erie's   strand  she  views  the  billow. 

Long   maddened    by   the  tempest,  flee, 
And  while  she  longs  to  be  my  pillow. 

She  weeps  in  ardent  love    for  me. 

I  see  love's   pledges  close  surround  her. 

And  ask   when  they  my   face  shall  see  : 
Sweet  darling  babes   ye    live   forever, 

Rich  tokens   of  her  love  to  me. 
Oh  !  dry  her  cheeks  with  balmy  kindness. 

Those  cheeks   I've  often  longed  to    see; 
Where  first  I  stole  the  virgin  blushes. 

That  whispers   all   her   love  to  me. 

She  is  my  home  of  earthly  blessing. 

And  she  did   ever  wish  to  be 
Most  good  and   kind,  but  never  less  than 

A   prodigal  in   love  to   me. 
Ye  graves  of  heroes  long  since    sleeping ;   • 

Ye  winds  that  mountain  Lake  Erie  ; 
Ye  clouds  that  live,  but  die  by   weeping, 

Can   tell   I  love  as    well    as  she. 


"ACROSS  THE  LAKE." 

"  Across  the  lake, 

Through    brush  and   brake, 
Resounds  the  winding  horn, 

O'er    hill   and  dale 

The    echoes    aail, 
And  through   the  waving  corn:" 

But   the    young  mind 

Flies   unconfined 
On  fancy's  rapid    wings, 

From    milky    way, 

Where   spirits  play, 
It    sacred   pleasure   brings. 

If  learning    guide, 

Creation    wide 
Is    filled    with   heavenly  light; 

Near    or    remote 

It    charms    the   thought, 
Displaying    wisdom's   might; 


50  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Each   golden    star, 

Which   shines  afar, 
And  moon   and    sun  more   kind. 

Are    points  in  space, 

By   which   we    trace 
The   illimitahle   mind. 

Then    we'll  rejoice 
With   gladsome   voice, 

Since   God    hath   made   us   so ; 
With    sight   and   sense, 
And    prospects  hence, 

And    hearts    His   love    to   know. 


THE  SINGING. 

Winter,  fell  tyrant   of   the  year, 
Held  in    his  hand    a  frost-tipt  spear, 
The    hills    their    winding  sheet  had   on, 
And    death   lay   prostrate  at  his  throne, 
When  we   went   out  to  singing. 

The  sleigh    bells    rang  a  merry   peal, 
When   motion  flung   aside   her  wheel, 
As    on   we  flew   o'er  hill    and    flood, 
Where   nature's   glassy   bridges  stood 
To    bear   us   on   to   singing. 

It    was    an  evening   in    December ; 
Its  joys  I  ever  shall  remember, 
The    brawling   winds  found  early  rest, 
As  if  by   music's  charm   caressed, 
While    we    were  at   the  singing. 

The  moon,  fair  night's  resplendant  queen, 

Held  on  her   beneficial   reign, 

And    through   the   glassy    windows   peeped, 


MCINTOSH  S    POEMS. 

To    view  the   pleasures   youngsters  reaped 
While  they  were  at    the    singing. 

Winter's   best  roses  decked  the    hearth, 
Their   fragrance    mingled   with    our    mirih- 
Kinclred  to   those   on  Flora's   cheek, 
Where   smiles    unnumbered    softly  creep, 
When    she   is    at  the  singing. 

The   ladies  were    most  tasteful  dressed, 
Around   the    head,  the  feet,  the  waist, 
Their   mellowed  graces  mingling  shone 
With    pleasure's   beams    on    every    one 
That  then  were   blithely  singing. 

There    was  a  lad    with    yellow    hair, 

Ornamental  nose    and   features   fair  ; 

The  manly  smile  dwells  on   his    face, 

Besides   he  often    leads,    with   grace, 

Young  ladies    from  the  singing. 


THE  following  lines  were  written  to  some  young  ladies  who 
came  on  a  visit  to  the  writer  on  Coal  hill: 

Come  tread  these  hills  with  me, 

Ye   youthful   virgin   train ; 

These  hills  of  liberty, 

Where  heroes  brave  were  slain, 
Who  freely  shed  their  precious  blood 
To  purchase  us — this  nation's  good. 

The   Indian   war-whoop's  din 
Is   hushed-   and    music   sweet 
Is    cheerful—  raised    to  Him 
In   whom   our    wishes    meet. 
Religion  here  inviting  stands, 
And  calm   devotion    spreads   her  hands. 

How   rich    an    hour  is  this, 
For   friendship    sweet    displays, 
Her  fairest   scenes  of  bliss, 
And  every  feeling   says, 


54  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

There  is  a  pleasure  in  your  charms, 
Which    pain  and    toil  and    care  disarms. 

In    Phoebe's    roseate  cheek, 
In  Mary's  smiling  beam, 
In    Ann,    sedate    and   meek, 
And    Flora,    playful    queen, 
I   see    a    worth    I   can't  express, 
But   thought  shall   fondly  it  caress. 


THE  FIRST  VISIT  TO  A.  FRIEND  AFTER  HIS 
MARRIAGE. 

Is  this  the  place  where  love  designs  to  dwell, 
Where    Virtue  triumphs    o'er   temptation's    spell, 
And   young   Fidelity  begins   to    bloom  ? 
Whom   sober  looking   Age  shall  deck  in  fair  renown ; 

Where  blushing  Modesty  half  lifts  the  veil, 
To  yield  the  joys  she  did  of  late  conceal, 
When  passions,  drawn  by  some  sweet  secret  lure, 
Delighting  in  the  bliss,  the  bliss  that  glads  this  hour. 

Is  this  the  place   where  hope  began  to  prove 
The  choicest  fruits  of  pure  conjugal  love, 
Which  Promise  held  in  clusters  in  her  hand, 
Inviting  strong  desire  with  voice  and  aspect  bland. 

Is  this  the  place  where  Graces  always  spread 
Unnumbered  comforts  round  Contentment's   head, 
And  Satisfaction  wears  her  own  bright  smile, 
Which  does  the  rugged  road  of  mortal  life  beguile. 


5(>  MCIXTOSHS  POEMS. 

Oli   yes!   tfie  tasteful   neatness   of  this  room, 
And  useful  books  the  dustless   tables  crown 
While  actions,   words  and  books  declare 
That  love,  and  hope,  and  joy,  delightfully  dwell  here. 

May  heaven  bless  Joseph  and  his  youthful  spouse  : 
May  they   Religion   and  fair  virtue  choose. 
Long  may  he  flourish   high,  like  the  green  pine, 
To  shelter  his  beloved,  his  faithful  Adeline. 


SONG. 

Near  to  Nubbin  hill   both  bleak  and  steep, 
Where  crops  invite  no  more  to  reap, 
But  dwarfish  weeds  are  thinly  strewn 
Upon   its  bald  and  rocky  crown. 

The  spring  called  forth   my   willing  toil 
To  cultivate  the  stubborn  soil, 
Beside  the  wimpling  well  beneath, 
Where   weary  thirst  felt  cooling  ease. 

Mild    was  the  noon,  the  azure  sky 
Looked  sweet  as  love  in  Margaret's  eye  : 
And  as  I  gazed,  soft  tints  arose 
Like  crimson  that  her  cheeks  disclose. 

Each  bird  sang  kindly  to  his   mate  ; 
Chanticleer  triumphed  on  the  gate  : 
But  loudest  sang  the  inviting  horn, 
To  supper,  as  we  planted  corn. 


•r>8  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

The  nymph  who  breathed  that  mellow  tone 
Is  young,  and  fair,  a  lovely  one  : 
And  the  soft  lips  that  it  expressed, 
Has  oft  my  thoughtful  spirit  blessed. 

Oh  sacred  love!  how  sweet  thou  art; 
A  secret  cordial  to  my  heart ; 
And  if  the  earnest  be  so  great, 
How  rapturous,  then,  the  nuptial  treat. 


GEN.  PAAZ'S  SONG  OF  REVENGE 

Against  the  Royalist  Spaniards  who  put  to  death  the  patriotic 
Halvaterrella,  who  solicited  his  aid  in  behalf  Of  her  country,  and 
who  was  shot  with  her  lover  for  her  patriotis"n, 

I    will  avenge  her  death, 

The  hero    sternly  cried, 
As  long  as   I   have    breath, 

Or    Tyranny    shall   ride 
Triumphant  o'er  our  dearest   rights, 
And    Liberty's    rich    blossoms  blights. 

She  was    a  noble    maid, 
As    beautiful  as  young, 
And    when    my    help    she    prayed, 
'Twas    with    an    angel's    tongue. 
"  Help    Santa  Fe    with  flying  speed, 
Or  else   our   bravest   hearts  will    bleed." 

"  The  Spaniards  loudly  threat 
To  spread  destruction  round, 

And  make  their  poinards  wet, 
Tn  blood  of  rebels  found. 


ttU  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

They    wreak    their  vengeance    now    in   blame, 
We    must   be   free   or  will    be   slain." 

She    was    j.    patriot, 

And    would    her  country    save, 
Though   death   should    be    her    lot 

Amongst    the   free   and  brave  : 
'•  For  death,"   she    said,    "  in   virtue's    cause 
Will    light   the   memory   with    applause." 

Now   by    her    lock   of  hair, 

And    by    her   last    adieu, 
And    by   her    courage    rare, 

As    near    to   death   she    drew, 
This   sword    shall    ilil    the   vengeful  cup, 
While  eager   malice    drinks    it   up. 

He    rushed   into  the   throng, 

Where  flew   the   warrior's   steel : 
But    deatli    and    he    seemed    one, 
And    hungry    sought    a    meal, 
He   carved  their  ranks  to  feast  his  spleen, 
Till  courage  sickened  at  the  scene. 

When    Victory    by    his  side 

Stood   smiling  with   his  spear, 
And  Transport  far  and  wide 

Bade  Freedom  sound   his  cheer, 
The  only   words   which   gained  his  breath 
Were  — "  I  have  now   avenged  her  death." 


ORP  AH. 

Young  Orpah  is  the  neatest  lass 
That  any  youth  can  show, 

Or  ever  gained  the  hand  of  wealth, 
Or  cheered  a  sprightly  beau. 

I  plucked  choice  roses  as  I  went, 
And  gave  them  to  ray  fair 

To  ornament  her  snow  white  brow, 
And  scent  her  raven  hair. 

She  thanked  me  kindly  for  the  boon, 

And  said  she  ne'er  before 
Felt  half  the  pleasure  in  a  gift, 

Nor  e'er  expected  more. 

Then  turned  her  modest  orbs  away, 
And  by  each  brilliant  grew 

A  blushing  rose,  which  spread  its  bliss 
Fresh  from  affection's  dew. 

I  thought  the  paradise  of  love 

Unshaded,  smiled  before, 
While  on  her  face  I  gazed,  and  felt 
6        Like  angels  who  adore. 


NANCY. 

This  morning  as  I  hastened  forth 
To  show  respect  to  valor's  worth, 
And  stretch  the  line  of  them  who  mourn 
The  hero*  that  could  Britain  turn. 

When,  as  I  elbowed  round  Penn  street, 
I  found  the  rarest  mental  treat, 
Which  filled  my  bosom  with  delight, 
So  rich  and  charming  was  the  sight. 

A  chain  of  linked  beauties  stood, 
Each  rosy  cheek  showed  love  in  bud  ; 
Their  sudden  beauties  all  expressed 
The  tender  feelings  of  the  breast. 

But  one  of  them  I  longed  to  love — 
I  thought  her  eye  said,  I  approve; 
Her  bashfulness  around  me  threw 
A  mystic  charm  unknown  till  now. 

The  ground  she  treads  I  now  adore. 
And  Hope  runs  blithely  on  before, — 
This  world  is  all  enchanting  ground. 

Since  I  have  lovely  Nancy  found. 
Jackson. 


THE  NOBLE  PURPOSE. 

I  will    not   taste  the   cup, 

Though  Friendship's  ready   hand 
With  wine  shall  fill  it  up, 

And    long    inviting  stand, 
By  all  the  kind  endearments  past, 
And  all  the  joys  we  hope  to  last. 

CHORUS  : 

For  I  have  signed  the  temperance  pledge, 
Which   does  my  resolution  wedge. 

I    will   not  taste    the  cup, 

Should  she  I  love  the  most, 
In    fervent  accents  put 

The   language   of  the    toast; 
That  I  should  drink  her  health  and  pe&ce 
In  yon  vast  future  world  and  this. 
For  I  have  signed,  &c. 

I   will   not  taste   the  cup, 

Though  tears  should  lend  their  aid, 


64  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

And    urge  a  single   sup; 

Which    would    ray   life    degrade, 
And  lay  my  noble  purpose  low, 
And  swell  the  tide  of  guilty  wo. 
For  I    have   signed,   &c. 

I    will    not   taste   the   cup, 

('T  would  break  the  sacred  pledge,) 
Which    thousands   daily   glut, 

And  stagger  o'er  the  edge 
Of  danger  down    the    awful  gulf, 
Where  guilt  preys  on  them  like  a  wolf. 
l''or  I  have  signed,  <fec. 

I    will    not   taste   one   drop, 

Vast  gallons  lie   before 
To   curse   my  happy   lot 

Within    temptation's   door, 
Where  youth  and  beauty  are  betrayed 
Into  the    ruin  crime  has    made. 
For  I   have   signed,   &c. 


JUVENILE  TEMPERANCE  SONG, 

FOR    THE    FOURTH    OF    JULY. 

Come  sign  the  pledge,  come 

While  lovely  and  young, 
And    the  world    will  rejoice    at   the   sight, 

When   thus   you   combine 

Against   whiskey   and   wine, 
You    must   constantly,  zealously    fight, 

This    worst  foe  of  earth 

Brought   drunkeness    forth, 
Then  crime  swelled  the  monster's  vile  train 

But  health  fled   before 

The   tyrant — nay    more, 
All  his  votaries  languished  in  pain. 

The  bloom  on  your  face, 

That  innocent  grace, 
Which  makes  you  both  loved  and  admired, 

Will  soon   be    destroyed, 

If  you    do   not  avoid 
The  poison  so  many  has  mired, 


6* 


66  BTINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

The    perverted    will, 

From  the  joys    of  the  rill 
Will    turn    with   a  secret   disgust, 

Till  the  hlossoming  nose 

The    folly  disclose, 
And    you  'r  reft    of  your   money   and   trust. 

But   now   you    are  free, 

And   it  's  cheering  to  see 
That  you  now  are  determined  to  stand 

In   battle  array, 

On   freedom's   own  day, 
To    drive  alcohol   from   the   land. 

Then   the  voice    of  distress 

Shall    be   lifted    to    bless 
The  spread  of  the  Temperance  cause  : 

The  church,  too,   shall  join 

Us  in  fervor  divine, 
And  angels  shall  swell  the  applause. 


TO  A  NEWLY  MARRIED  COUPLE. 

May   rarest    bliss    attend    the    youthful  pair, 

Amidst  a  world  of  constant  toil   and  care. 

Love   fills  the  largest  cup  of  life   with  bliss, 

Vast  as   desire,   though  in   a  wilderness. 

If  fortune   smiles  and  mingles  wealth  with  ease, 

Nought  can  suffice  the  mind  till  love  shall  please, 

And  with  a  potent  arm  vile  passion  seize. 

Clear  as  the  spring  yon  mountain's  side  supplies, 

Are  the  sweet  comforts  that  from  love  arise, 

Rich,  constant,  free,  the  soul  of  mighty  cheer! 

Nor  comes  the  lip  of  guilty  folly  hear, 

Afraid  to  see  his  vilest  passions  stare 

Him  in  the  face,  from  purity  so  rare. 

And  may  you  drink  the  largest  draughts  of  love 

Now  on  this  earth  and  then  in  heaven  above. 


LINES   WRITTEN  ON  THE  DEATH  OF  A 
VERY  AMIABLE  GIRL. 

MOTHER. 

My  lovely  sweet  flowret  most  tender  and  fair, 

Thou  art  torn  from  my  presence,  amidst  all  my  care, 
I've  viewed  thee  with  feelings  of  purest  delight, 

When  thy  smile  gave  sensations  of  joy  to  my  sight. 
A  secret  wish  told  me  mild  honors  should  bloom 

On  the  brow  of  thy  goodness  and  wave  o'er  thy  tomb. 
I've  seen  the  young  spirit  of  thought  in  thine  eye, 

Curling  smiles  on  thy  face  as  if  heaven  were  nigh, 
As  the  rapture  of  prospect  shone  full  on  my  mind, 

Then  my  heart  praised  the  gift  and  the  donor  so  kind. 
Now  thy  spirit  is  fled,  and  I  mourn  o'er  thy  clay, 

Till  it 's  borne  from  my  presence  and  hid  from  the  day. 

FATHER. 

Thou  fairest  of  women — the  charm  of  my  life — 
My  comfort  in  darkness— my  solace  in  strife, 

Forbear  thus  to  mourn,  the  Saviour  in  love 
Has  taken  our  favorite  daughter  above. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  69 

He  sends  forth  His  angels  to  bring  the  best  rose — 

The  pride  of  a  family — the  richest  that  grows, 
To  transplant  the  beauty,  the  freshest  on  earth, 

In  regions  where  tempests  ne'er  blight  from  the  north. 
In  the  garden  of  God  she  delightful  appears  : 

And  spirits  delight  in  the  cause  of  our  tears. 
We  now  have  an  interest  in  heavenly  joy, 

Where  beauty  ne'er  withers  nor  transport  can  cloy. 

MOTHER. 

Like  a  plant  when  removed,  though  taken  with  care, 

The  parent  stem  wounded  will  suffer  its  share, 

Regret  will  be  seen  in  its  languishing  head, 

And  grief  flowing  freely  may  vainly  be  shed. 

It 's  the  dictate  of  nature,  in  kindness  to  keep 

For  friendship  some  tears — the  Saviour  "did  weep. 

My  riven  affections  will  moisten  her  dust, 

While  confidence  rooted,  is  firm  in  its  trust, 

That  God  soon  will  heal,  by  the  balm  of  His  grace, 

And  the  dew  from  my  sorrow  by  gladness  will  chase ; 

For  faith  bids  my  spirit  in  triumph  to  rise, 

Where  my  Amaranth  blossoms  in  unfading  dyes. 

FATHER. 

Oh !  thrice  blessed  Saviour,  who  draws  us  to  bliss, 
With  cords  of  affection  which  bound  us  to  this 
Probationary  wilderness,  gloomy  with  sin, 
Where  conflicts  await  us,  without  and  within, 


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And  light  of  pure  happiness  faintly  is  seen 
By  rays  of  reflection,  from  promise's  beam  ; 
Hence  thoughts  with  our  feelings  can  constantly  rise, 
Like  Jacob's  bright  angels,  quite  into  the  skies. 
To  the  throne  of  Jehovah  : — In  Jesu's  pure  breast 
I  see  our  pure  child,-  ever  blooming  and  blest; 
And  if  we  are  faithful  in  virtue  till  death, 
Hallelujah  shall  banish  complaints  from  our  breath. 


A  HYMN. 

How  sweet  like  spring  is  virtuous  youth, 
When  goodness,  in  soft  tempers  shoots, 
And   thoughts  soon"  blossom   into  fruits 

Of  actions  fair, 
On  which  Jehovah  smiling  looks, 

And  guards  with  care. 

But  when  afflicted  virtue  lies, 

Like  spring  beneath  the  stormy  skies  ; 

When  gloomy  doubt  appears  to  rise 

Near  to  despair, 
Till  faith  lifts  up  her  downcast  eyes 

And  views  God  near. 

Then  all  of  fear  flees  from  the  mind. 
When  joy,  by  faith,  on  it  has  shined, 
And  on  Omnipotence  has  climbed 
To  Zion's  height; 


72  M^INTOSH'  POEMS. 

Where  every  pleasure  is  sublimed 
To  pure  delight. 

Oh !  Jesus  curb  the  tyrant  sway 
Of  passions,  that  would  lead  astray 
The  youthful  mind  far,  far  away 

From  thy  bright  smile, 
Which  glads  the  angels  in  their  lay, 

And  men  the  while. 


A  SACRED  DIRGE. 

Frail  visitant  of  earth, 

Who  didst  so  shortly  stay 
With  us  who  hailed  thy  birth, 

Fair  creature  of  a  day, 
Thou  didst  but  touch  this  sickly  clime, 
And  on  to  heaven  made  haste  to  shine. 

Sweet  bud  of  mortal  blight, 

And  life  immortal  too, 
I  hoped  to  pluck  delight 

From  off  thy  manly  brow  : 
But  winter  stern  did  quite  destroy 
Thy  budding  form,  my  darling  boy, 

Thou  didst  but  taste  the  cup, 

The  bitter  cup  of  gall : 
But  we  must  drink  it  up, 

Sad  portion  of  the  fall ; 

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74  M«INTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Yet  we  do  hope  e'er  long  with   ihee 
To  drink  of  immortality. 

Pure  from  the  fount  ao  deep, 

It  flows  unceasingly, 
We  never  more  shall  weep, 

For  endless  joy  shall  be 
Our  portion  there, — O,  glorious  bliss  ! 
Still  heightened  by  keen  pains  like  this. 


REFLECTIONS 

On  the  9th  and  10th  chapters  of  Jeremiah,  during  a  short  illness. 

Oh  God,  the  good  and  mighty  King, 

Whose  glory  ne'er  shall  end, 
At  thy  approach  the  men  of  sin 

Like  weeping  willows  bend. 
Their  boasted  .strength,  their  proud  coneeiu 

Their  wealth  increased  with  years, 
And  greatness,   when  their  fancy  seats 

Them  high  above  all  fears 
Are  vain  as  is   the  Echo's  voice 

When  dying  on  the  breeze, 
No  rnqre  shall  bid  their  hearts  rejoice, 

When  smitten  with  disease. 
No  longer   smiling  at  the  shrine, 

Of  Beauty's  charms   they  bow, 
While   feats  of  folly,   sweets  of  crime 

In  bitterness   they  rue  : 
For  many  joys  which  won  the   heart, 

When  conscience  seemed  asleep, 


7H  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Iti  Memory's  hand  becomes  a  dart 
Which  crime   in  guilt  did  steep  : 

And  death  soon   puts   a  dismal   point, 
Before  wealth's  Whole  amount, 

And   flings  proud  reckoning   out  of  joint. 
Unworthy  of  discount. 

Oh   Lord,   when    I  am   helpless  laid, 

How    mighty   seems   Thy   might, 
And    Wisdom   in   afflictions'    shade 

Is    darkness    in  Thy  light. 
Then   who   would    always   wish  to    lie 

On    sunny    banks   of  love, 
And    prosperous   bask  in    Beauty's  eye, 

The   gifts  of  fortune  prove  ? 
Where   scented  zephyrs,  fraught   with  praise, 

From    A'dulation's   lip, 
As    Adoration    duly  pays 

Low    homage    at  his   feet : 
And    Time,  like  swelling   rivers   pas?, 

Nor    forward    seem   to    move, 
With    Pleasure    laughing    in  the    glass, 

From   fairy    scenes  above. 

Jesus,  to  'thy    dear    wounds   I  flee ; 

Direct  my   feeble   steps ; 
I  bless  the    rod    which    points   to    Thee, 

And    all  my   weakness  helps 


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Now  let  the  burning   of  Thy  wrath 

Be  quenched  in   humble  grief, 
And    shed    thy    goodness   o'er  my   path, 

Then  joy  shall    bring  relief, 
That   I   like   yonder   mountain's   brow, 

Where    Sol's    first  rays    aspire, 
Though  clouds   obscure   it  from    the  view, 

Still  fills  his   latest   fire. 
So    shall    the  glory   of  thy    grace, 

Which   early   warmed  my  heart, 
The   darkness   of  my  folly   chase, 

E'er  I  from    earth  depart. 


SABBATH, 

Considered  as  an  emblem  of  e%rerlasting  fruition  to  the  Christian. 

Hail !  lovely    Sabbath   morning, 

Fair   prototype  of  rest : 
To  which    the   good   are    hasting, 

Where    life   is  ever   blest. 
CHORUS. 

There  when  we  meet,  most  cheerily, 
We'll  sing,  and  ne'er  be  weary  ; 
And   view    the  eternal    grandeur 
Of  heaven,  with  love  and  wonder. 

How  sweet  surprise  shall  wake  us 

To  extacy   and    love, 
When 'we    behold   our   Jesus, 

All    glorious  •  above. 
Then   shall    we  all,    &c. 

The  scars  which  tell  his    passion ; 
Whence  flows  redemption  free  ; 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

These  everlasting  tokens 

Of  love,   we  soon   shall  see. 
Then  shall,   &c. 

But    when   He    shall    instruct   us; 
Some   mystery  of  grace, 

With  voice    of  richest  music, 

* 
And  heaven  in  His   face. 

Then    shall,    &c. 

Thence  flows   the  vast  effusion 

Of  never  failing    bliss, 
Nor  doubt,  nor  dim  delusion, 

Shall  cloud  the  benefice. 
Then    shall,   &c. 

But   we  shall   grow  in    beauty, 
And  knowledge,  love,  and  power, 

While    to  the  height   of  glory 

Eternally  we'll  tower. 
Then  shall,  &c. 


SACRED  ODE. 

• 

Who  e'er  thought  when  bliss  shone  on  him  ? 

In    the   zenith    of  its   blaze, 
That    his  prospects    e'er   should   darken 

In  the  grief   of  future  days? 
From  the  paths  of  youthful  folly, 

Age  oft   seeks    a  cnol  retreat, 
In  the  shade  where  melancholy 

Hears  the  lamkin's  plaintive    bleat, 

Hidden    there  from  mortal  vision, 

Memory   bids  the  past  return  ; 
Conscience  pointing  to  transgression, 

Makes  the  humbled  spirit  mourn. 
From  the  night  of  gloomy  sorrow 

Gladness  seems  forever  fled  ; 
Deeper  gloom  frowns  on  the  morrow, 

O'er    the  gulf  of  guilty  dread. 

Turn  the  mourner,  view  yon  vista, 
Shining  through  the  cloud  of  guilt ; 


BTINTOSH  S    POEMS. 

See,    it  's  sweetly  smiling  mercy, 
With  Salvation,  if  thou  wilt, 

But  believe  the  Saviour'y  promise, 
That  He  's  ready  now   to  s;fve  ; 

Warned  by  unbelieving  Thomas, 
Or   Peter  doubting1  on  the   wave. 


FOR  THE  GIFT  OF  AN  EARLY  ROSE. 

Sweet  was  the  rose  thy  lilly  fingers  pluck'd, 
Ere  toiling  bees  its  fragrant  nectar  sup'd, 
Like  thee  it  freshly  bloom'd,  and  blush'd,  and  smil'd, 
1   deem'd  it  Flora's  fairest,   dearest  child: 
Nor  could  I  cease  the  fragrant  gift  to  prize, 
And  not  drink  comfort  from  thy  charging  eyes; 
Could  my  fond  muse  a  beauteous  garland  weave, 
Entwining  flowery  thoughts  thy  noble  heart  to  please, 
A  wreath  immortal  should    adorn  thy  brow, 
Radiant  with  gems,  like  earth  with  sparkling  dew, 
Now  droops  thy  rose;  but  kind  affections  bloom 
Sweetest  when  cull'd,    and  fragrant  to  the  tomb. 


THE  MAYOR  OF  YONDER  VILLE. 

Wise  is  the  Mayor  of  yonder  ville, 
Who  know  when  nothing  's  in  his  till, 
And  when  he  does  molasses  spill, 

Or   even  salt ; 
And  when  he  does  his  stomach  fill, 

He  knows    to    halt. 

He  is  so  careful  in  his  weight, 

And  in  a  bargain   making  tight 

It  has  been  thought  by  some  not  right 

To    shave    so   near, 
Lest  it  should  happen  to   be  light, 

And   prove    too  dear. 

His  hand  can  measure  tape  with  skill, 
And   lightly   can  the   bushel   fill; 
He   tells  some  tale  about  the  -mill, 

How    millers    thieve, 
Then  loudly  swears  it  's   not   his   will, 

E'en  to   deceive. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  83 

His  promise   stands  on  ifs  and  b.uts, 
He   ease  from    dark   contingence  plucks. 
And   plenty   from   distress  he  sups, 

While    mis'ry's   tone, 
Amidst  his  glee  and  china  cups 

Is    quite   unknown. 

He  has  a  laugh  for  them  who  please, 
On  those  who  fail,  he  looks  to  freeze, 
Besides,  he  makes  the  law  to  squeeze 

Both   cents  and   ftps 
From    all   who    owe   for  mouldy  cheese, 

Where    badness    skips. 

Like  his  own   vinegar,    he  's   best 
When   first  it   bubbles    from  the   cask; 
But   weaker   grows    unto   the  last, 

Till    sight   and   taste 
Declare   its  pristine   vigor    past, 

By  water  chased. 

So  much  learning  makes    hint  judge, 
And    those    who  try  his   will   to  budge, 
Are  sure  to  fall  into  the  suds, 

And  make  a  splash, 
And  suffer  his  eternal  grudge, 

And  tiny  lash. 


MCINTOSH  S    POEMS. 

All  hail  the  mind  which  gives   such  light ; 
Which  ne'er  was  seen  till  darkest  night, 
When  glasses  must  direct  the  sight, 

If  near   you  are, 
While   it  is  snuffed  and  burning  bright, 

An   insect's   star. 

Half  of  his  praise  I  have  not  sung, 
How  oft  his  wish  he  's  slyly  won, 
And  hrs  a  drunken  cripple  flung 

Bang   on   the  ground ; 
And  matter  from   his   nose'  he  's   wrung, 

To  cleanse  the   wound. 


THE  SUPPOSED  CONTROVERSY  IN  THE 

LITERARY  SOCIETY,   ON  THE  RECEPTION 

OF  THE  PRECEDING  POEM. 

There    was   a  man   who    stitch'd    his   thoughts, 

In    a   deep    dell   obscure, 
But  when  he  brought  his   garment  forth, 

It  proved   he   was   a  sewer. 

He   took  a  measure  of  a   gent, 

Who   dealt  in   meat  and   flour, 
Whose   character   was   somewhat  Tent, 

And  needed   one    much    newer: 

It    was    not   cut   with    all    the  skill 

Of  students,    who  conjure 
Their   fashions    from    the    wardrobe   past 

From    Adam   to   this    hour. 

Its    texture    was    not   superfine, 

But   strong,    and    would   secure 
The    wearer   notice,    when    the   blast 

Of   winter   pierced   the   poor. 

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86  MCINTOSH'  POEMS. 

Yet,    it  was    large   and    wide   enough 
For   those    who    flesh  devour, 

And    have    not   labour   to    reduce 
Fat   corpulency   lower. 

He    showed    it    to   his    nearest   friends, 

Who    praised    it  to   be   sure. 
And    said    it   was    the   very    fit 

For    huckster   or    for   brewer. 

Then 'bright   ey'd    knowledge    took    it  up, 

He    was    the    fairest   viewer, 
Who   said   "it  was   most  ably  done, 

And    show'd    invention's    power." 

Then  envy   said,  ''  it  was  a  shame. 
Nor   should    he    now   demur, 

|t    was    a   shame,    and    only  right 
To   kick    it   to   the    door." 

Then    Malice    followed    in    the    strain, 
And    thundered    forth    a   shower 

Of  execration,    long   and   loud, 
Till    fear    made    men    look   bluer. 

Then,    Friendship,   with   a  smile  as  sweet 

As  sunshine   to   a  flower, 
Said   he,   "  I   wish    a  word  to  speak 

Your  pains   of  wrath  to  cure. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS  87 

You   have  not  seen  the   robe  aright, 

There  can  be  nothing  truer, 
I  '11  show   it  in   another  light, 

And   then   you  '11  praise  the  doer. 

Its  falsehood's  dress  t'will  fit  her  well, 

Say  did  you   never  woo  her; 
When  interest  decked  her  for  a  call, 

And  men   bow  humbly  to  her. 

Now  put  this  on,  she  '11  ugly   be, 

And  without  paint  look  sour, 
Truth  says  she  always  was   the  same, 

And  from  her  birth  she  knew  her." 

Then  Prudence  said,  "  be  patient  sirs, 

If  you   would  right  insure, 
Go  doff  her  mask  and  try  it  on 

In  thought's  fantastic  bower." 

Then  Scorn  ran  forth  with  spleenful  grin, 
Which  showed  his  teeth  no  fewer, 

And  held  it  in  his  tiny  hand 
Unfit  to  be  a  hewei. 

When  Wrath  gave  such  an  awful  puff, 

And  raised  a  cloud  of  slower, 
Which  bore  it  from  his  feeble  grasp 

Beside  a  common  sewer. 


88  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Then  Wit  ran  after  it  with  glee, 
Without  the  least  demur, 

And  picked  it  up  as  a  -great  prize 
Its  pattern  to  ensure. 


WRITTEN 

On  reading  the  Pittsburgh    Quarterly   Review, 
by   Samuel   Fleming. 

Sai.red  to  him,  whose  marvellous  mind  has  reared 
A  monument,  that  youth  has  seldom  peer'd 
'Midst  gray  experience,  from  learning's  hives, 
Uncommon  genius  draws  your  wondering  eyes. 
Enraptured  with  a  book,  so  rare  and  new, 
Loudly  you   praise  the  "Quarterly   Review." 

For,  in  its  pages  you  behold  a  light, 

Lead  on  your  thoughts  with  mild,  ingenious  might, 

Entirely  pleased,  prejudice  smiles,  to  raise 

More   wide  her  eyes,  and  stand  ami  silent  ga/e 

In  fervent  transport,  when  this  truth  is  known, 

Not  age,  but  youth  midway  in  teens  has  shown 

Greatness  of  mind  transcendently  alone. 


LINES 

Written  to  an  Employer  during  sickness. 

I  am  so  poor  I  cannot  rattle 
Any  sort  of  precious  mettle; 
But  if  you  will  now  kindly  settle, 

1  'm  rich  again: 
1  '11  tune  afresh  my  mute,  dry  whistle, 

And  sooth  my  pain. 

Affliction's  rod  cuts  deep — severe. 
When  rag-robed  poverty  is  near, 
And  future  prospects  frown  to  fear 

The  trembling  mind, 
Whilst  every  doubting  thought  does  rear 

Some  spectre  kind. 

When  hungry  children  cry  for  bread, 

Of  father  languishing  in  bed, 

Who  scarce  can  lift  his  sickly  head, 

To  clement  Heaven: 
Where  oft  before  his  prayers  had  sped, 

To  be  forgiven. 


90  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Oh!  meagre  want,  thy  hollow  face, 
Has  dwindled  from  plump  plenty's  grace, 
"  Thou  sure  art  tit  to  run  the  race, 

Of  sore  "distress: 
Anil  thy  vile  train  goad  me  apace, 

To    th'    goal  of  death. 

This,  this  is  suffering  multiplied, 
Which  tramples  down  all  mortal  pride, 
When  God  has  every  method  tried, 

To   bow  the   soul 
In  meek  submission  to  the  right 

Of   His    control. 

When  thus  the  soul  is  low  and  riven, 

Kind  sensibility  is  given, 

A  mystic  chord,  through  nature  woven, 

To    bless    the    earth, 
And  join  us  to  the  first  in  Heaven, 

Who    healed    the    curse. 

When  death  is  past,  with  all  that  's  drear, 
And  Jesus  bids  us   welcome  near, 
To  feast  with  angels  on  his  cheer, 

We  '11  look   with  joy, 
On  every  ill  which  caused  a  tear, 

As    on    a   toy. 


WRITTEN  IN  A   LADY'S   ALBUM. 

Sweet  is  the  thought  that  prompts  my   willing  lay. 

Only.  I  feel  inadequate  to  pay 

Praise,  due  to  one,  so  young  and  beauteous  fair, 

Highly  accomplished,   and   with  pious  care 

In  wisdom's  upward  road  most  gladly  goes, 

And  basks  in  heavenly  light  which  from  religion  flows. 

As  thou  art  lovely  in   thy  friendly  beam, 
Delighting  all  who  have  thy  virtue  seen. 
Ennobling  thought,  that  thou  should'st  wake  surprise. 
Like  flowers,  which  catch  the  traveler's  wandering  eyes. 
Inspiring  gladness  as  the  mind  surveys, 
New  beauties  opening,    prompting  ready  praise. 

Each  day  or  year,  as  on  it  slowly  comes, 
Grants  youth  some  wish,  and  then  he  hasting  runs, 
Obdurate  truant,  who  '11  not  deign  to  turn, 
Should  joy  invite;  or  beauty  loudly  mourn. 
Life  still  is  precious,  though  oft  mixed  with  pain, 
In  hope  of  heaven,   we  can  its  ills  sustain  ; 
Near  to  that  realm  of  bliss  we  constant  move, 
Great  is   the   prize  that  crowns  the  faithful  soul  above. 


A   MOTHER'S  SOLILOQUY  OVER  HER  DEAD 
INFANT. 

Thy  days,   my  child,    were  few  on  earth, 
Thy  faults,   my  child,   were  fewer  still; 

God  took  thee  soon,  so  great  thy   worth — 
It  was   His  gracious,  sovereign   will. 

The  play  of  innocence   was  thine — 
The  beaming  eye,   the  -witching  smile, 

And  hearty  laugh,   did  all  combine 
With  many  a  pleasing,  artless  wile, 

To  ease  the   weight  of  life's  dull  load; 

To  make  time   merry  on  the  wing; 
To  heal  the  pain  of  sorrow's  goad, 

And  all  my  griefs  behind  me  fling. 

Sweet  curling  smiles  from  thee  have  fled, 
That  sparkling  eye  of  thine  is  dim; 

Dumb  the  loud  laugh,   which  freely  bid 
Thy  home   with  healthful  noises  ring. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  93 

Fell  death  soon  cut  the  sacred  tie, 

Which  closely  bound  thee  to  my  heart; 

And  now  thou  dost  in   ruins  lie, 
Except   thy  better,  deathless  part. 

Kind  nature  will  some  tribute  pay, 

To  one  1  've  loved  so  much, — so  dear; 

Affection's  fountain  will  give  Wcfy, 
And  pour  the  lucid,  willing  tear. 

I  grieve  not  that  my  child  is  dead, 

I  grieve  not  that  so  soon  thou  'rt  blest, 

I  grieve  not  now  that  thou  art  fled, 
To  realms  of  pure  and  endless  rest. 

Rest,  baby  rest,  so  early  freed 

From  all  the  anxious  cares  and  strife, 

The  pain  and  wo  that  I  must  feel 
In  traveling  through  uncertain  life. 

O  may  my  soul  but  fly  to  Thee, 

My  God,   my  treasure,  and  my  love; 

On   prayer's    swift  wing  most  speedily, 
The  comfort  of  Thy  aid  to  prove. 


To  "  NEMO," 

ON    READING    HIS    "FAREWELL    TO    HIS    HARP". 

Erato  taught  thy  rnind  to  wander 

O'er  scenes  romantic,  distant,   fair, 
Where  visions   flout,    like  seas  of  grandeur, 

Around,    above  thee,  every   where. 
Then  thy  loved  harp,  by   seraph's  fingers 

Breathed  forth  the   soul  enchanting  lay, 
Which   on  thy  blissful  memory  lingers 

To  teach  and  cheer  thee   on   to   play. 
Thy   harp  so  tuned  and  touched   so  sweetly, 

With   skill   peculiarly    thine  own, 
E'en   in  complaint,  it    moves  me  greatly, 

So  softly   mild   its    minor  tone. 
Why   then   forsake   so  rare    a    treasure, 

Which    fascinates   the    saddest  heart, 
And  brings  to  earth   Celestial   pleasure? 

Oh !    never    with   such   blessing  part. 
Why  crave  "a  sigh?"  sad    breath  of  sorrow 

When   youthful   fancy   gilds   thy    way  : 
Why  from   Affliction's   bosom    borrow 

A  grief  which  long  might  sighing  stay  ? 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  95 

Our   budding   hopes,    like    earl}-  blossoms, 

Fade   when   the    luscious  fruit   appears, 
And   if  no  blight   should  touch  our   bosoms, 

The   beggared    world    would  stand    in   tears. 
Nor  would    we   bear  the    weight   of   goodness. 

Did    all    our    hopes    prolific    bloom  : 
tint  Disappointment  comes    with   sadness, 

Our  fond  desires   to   trim    and   prune. 
'•One    tear"    is    asked,   but    who  can   grant   it 

'Midst   strains   which    brighten  .sorrow's  brow? 
But    when   thy  harp,  is    long  neglected, 

Repentence   may  thine    eyes    bedew. 
Auspic-ious    Time    brings    thee    a    maiden 

Bedecked    in    all    her    virgin   charms, 
Like   blooming   spring1,    with    beauty   laden. 

And    bears   her   transport    to  thine   arms. 
Thou  art   no   "  Stoic,",  for    when    gladness 

Moves  o'er   thy   spirit,    who  can  tell 
The   phrenzy,    near   allied  to    madness. 

That    wraps    thy   soul   in    mystic    spell.  £ 

Could  I    but   find   thy  lyre   forsaken, 

I'd  search    the    mountain    wilds   with   glee. 
To   find   the   boon    no   art    can    waken, 

Would   lift    my    soul   to   extacy. 


SPRING. 

When  warblers  wake 
The  woods,  and  take 
Each  a  mate  to  bless  the  season, 

Careless  of  the  storms   that  come, 
Darkly  to  the  eye  of  reason, 

Gladly    build    their  roofless  home. 

With  claws  and    bill, 
And  perfect  skill, 
Chanting  forth  their  family  music 
Sweetly  as   their  parent's  sung, 
.Worthy  of  the   biped  mimic, 

With   art  chromatic  on  his  tongue. 

So  sweet  their  lay 
At  dawn  of  day, 
W lien*  the  Spring  is  fragrance  shedding 

Over  river,  plain  and  hill, 
And  with  fairy   finals  spreading 
Her  rich   carpet  out  with  skill. 


M'INTOSH'S  POEMS.  97 

It  's  joy  to   meet 
With  smiles,  and  greet 
The  nymph    who   has    no  equal  living, 

Feeling — telling   from  her  eyes, 
That  to  thee   her  heart   is   given, 
Now    receive   the   matchless  prize. 

Fond   love   accepts, 
With   due  respects, 
Beauty's   hand    and   precious  offering, 
While  the    gladsome  zephyr   sheds 
Service    blossoms — thus  conferring 
Honors   on  their  blushing   heads. 

Most  sacred  tree, 
Of  sanctity, 
Like   a   vestal   form    appearing 

Lovely    'mid  adversity, 
Thence  the  festive  thought    unsparing 
Draws  rich    nectar,    like    the  bee, 

With   winged   haste, 
And    purest  taste, 
Where   the    sugar   tree  is    rearing 

Its    green    tassels    to    the    sun, 
Looking  to    the   heavens,  all   cheering, 
Laughing  for  the   good  it  's    done. 
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98  MeINTOSH's    POEMS. 

In    the   soft  breeze, 
As   other  trees 
Mourning   stand    in    sable    blackness; 

E'en   the  oak,   in   solemn   mood, 
Spreads   his   kingly  arms   in  sadness, 
Peerless   still    and    unsubdued. 

Yet  soon   he  '11  show 
His    northern    foe, 
Majesty  in    regal    grandeur; 

Rooted    on  his  verdant  throne, 
Where  the    languid    flocks    shall   wander. 
Seeking   shelter  when    from    home. 

And  sabbath  schools, 
When  union    rules, 
Celebrate   the   independence 

Which  their   brave    forefathers   won, 
While  each   heart  beats   in  accordance. 
Gladly,    as  their   praise    is  sung. 

How    rich   the    scene, 
When  shaded   green 
Becomes    awhile    a  flowery   garden, 

Where    immortal   spirits   bloom, 
Richer   far   than  lovely    Eden, 
Where  our   nature   felt  its    doom. 


MclNTOSH's    POEMS.  99 

*  For    each  young   mind, 

If  well   inclined, 
Beautifies  this   glorious   nation, 

And    supports    its   rising  worth 
In   each   circumstance   and  station, 
Spreading  virtue   o'er   the   earth. 

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Then  when   decay 
Has   breathed    away 
Goodness    to  a   world  of  spirits, 

Excellence   shall    there    be    seen 
Growing  on    the    brow   that   merits, 
Though  on  earth  the   slave   of  man. 


TO  THE  BIRMINGHAM  LITERARY  SOCIETY, 

In  answer  to  the  inquiry  :  "  Arethe  Hills  of  Saw 
Mill  Run  *  favorable  to  Poetic  Genius?  " 

Why,  Saw  Mill  Run,  and  has  thy  name 

Been  lighted    by    poetic  flame  ? 

Aid    me,    scant  stream,    thy    praise   to   sing", 

The   pride    of  many  a  lofty   spring 

Which    hastens,    weeping,  from  its  home. 

O'er   mossy    rocks,    and  leaps    alone 

Down    to   the    vale    with    joy    to    greet 

Its  kindred    at  the    mountain's  feet 

In   native   fellowship,    and    kind, 

Nor   turns,    like    Hope,    to    look    behind, 

But,    strengthened    by    accessions,    pass 

Hills    standing    at   Ohio's    glass, 

Through    a   deep    and   busy    gap, 

Where    roads   lay   on    thy    scanty    lap, 

For    nature  's    worn   an    easy    grade, 


*  Saw  Mill  Run  is  the  name  of  a  small  tributary  to  the  Ohio,  about 
one  half  mile  below  Pittsburgh,  upon  the  romantic  margin  of 
which  the  author  Has  resided  for  many  years. 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  101 

To  coal    and    other  useful  -trade  ; 

And  silly    rocks   still  grimly  peep, 

Like   labor  wakened   from    his    sleep, 

With   an   unmeaning  stupid  stare, 

Grin  profitless   while    standing  there ; 

Or  has  thy  hills    romantic,   steep  ? 

Which  smile  with  flowers  and  fruits  and  sheep, 

.That  the  blithe  sons  of  Birmingham 

Wish,   all  thy    merits  now  to  scan. 

Are    thy  maids   as   kind  and  fair, 

As    those   who   smile  upon   them    there? 

If  this  be  true,  I  '11  join   in  praise, 
And    on   thy   modest"  beauties  gaze 
Until  I    catch-  some  of  the    fire, 
Which    did   t5»  ancient   Greek    inspire, 
And  light   a  beacon   with  its    blaze, 
To    draw    respect  from   future  days. 

What  some  call  shrubs  are  infant  trees, 
Which  time    is  lifting  to   the   breeze, 
To   make    a   shady    cool  retreat 
For   Echo,   on   her  mossy    seat, 
Where  lovers   often  wish  to   steal 
From  public   eye,   and   love  reveal, 
Ere  long  they  '11  rear  their    heads  in   air, 
And    various   kinds    of  blessings    bear, 
That  man,   the   noblest   creature  here* 


102  M*CINTOSH'S    POEMS. 

May  feast   upon    the    richest   cheer ; 
And  join   the   choir   upon  the    hill, 
And    the    scant    pool's  loud    treble    trill, 
In   praising  Him   who   can    bestow 
More  forms   of  joy   than    mortals  know. 

Oft  music,   to   our  vale,   has    strayed 
And  skilfully,   and    sweetly    played, 
Detaining   pleasure    from  her    sleep, 
Till   laughter   gladdened  on    her   cheek. 
Oh   wonderous  power    of  human  skill, 
Thou  callest  good   from    choas  still; 
And    by    a    touch,   or  gentle    breath, 
Mak'st   music    be    e'en  as  thy  wish : 
Now    solemn  slow  she  weeping  moves 
In   minor  strains    for    them   she   loves; 
Stirs   the    soft   passions  of  the   sternest   breast, 
And    makes    it   mourn,    and  makes  it  blest ; 
So  sweet    her  plaint  she   seems  to  blend 
Contrary  feelings    to   this    end. 

When    Jenny    mourned   her  lover  gone. 
She   wailed  him   in  so  sweet  a  song, 
It  touched   my  heart  and    wet  my   cheek, 
And   motion  left   my  anxious    feet, 
I    stood,  although    I  longed   to    be 
Where  love  w»<*  waiting  still  for  me. 


BTINTOSH'S  POEMS.  103 

"  Dear  James,    I   plant   upon    thy   grave 
Bright  flowers    which  shall  in   future    wave  ; 
Revive  thy    beauty   o'er   thy    urn, 
Which   sorrow  waters   as    I    mourn, 
That    when  thy   friends,   or    strangers   come, 
They  '11   view    what   love  with   care  has    done, 
And    cautious    step  beside   thy   bed, 
Pluck  sympathy  from  off  thy    head." 

Dear  to    my   heart    it  is    to    trace 
In    fond   rememberance   the    face, 
Where    smiles,    like    ministers    of  bhss, 
Bid    hope    express    its  largest    wish; 
Where  shone  those  eyes   whose  kindling  beam 
Shed    light   ?nd   joy    o'er   every    scene: 
My   fancy    feasts   still   on    thy  charms, 
As    memory   hugs    thee   in    her   arms. 

The   rainbow,    arch    of  promise  too, 
Spans    the    wide   air    with   varied   hue, 
Forbidding   mortal  man  to   fear 
When  the   fierce   tempest  's    in    the    rear, 
And  lightning  sends    his    noisy  car 
To   shake    the    earth    like   dreadful   war, 
God    says  this    elemental    strife 
Gives    the  grand  proof,   I  love  thy   life. 


104  MCIN^OSH'S  POEM*. 

As    day  recedes  beyond    the   deep, 
The    stars  shiue   through    the   veil  of'sleep, 
They  shine  from  far,   bright  angel's  fires, 
'Round  which    the"y  strike    their  golden  lyres, 
Where    contemplation  hears    their   strain, 
And   gladly    visits    them    again, 
Till  heavenly    transport  fills    the   soul 
With  joji^  she   has    from    angels   stole, 
Whicht  lifts   dull   earth  to   realms'  above, 

Where   aU*  is  purity  .and   ipve. 

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.Religion,    bright-  and"  heavenly    maid, 
A    visit   to   this  .vaie   has-nraete,     »•«••• 
Bathed    in    our  fun   her   willing  feet, 
While    hastening   on   lost  souls    to  meet, 
To    turn  them    from   the    crowded   path, 
Fast   hastening    to  the  shades  of   wrath. 

How  kind  's  the   hand  that  points    the  road 
From    ruin    to  the   throne   of  God ! 
How   sweet  's   the    voice    which   can   declare, 
Thine   is   the  wealth   safe  treasured   there ! 
Who  would   reject  the    boon   of  heaven, 
Because    'tis    by   a    woman    given ! 
Or  look,    with    supercilious   leer. 
On  her  whose  errand  is   to  cheer 
The   wounded  soul,   who    feels  the  stroke 
Of  conscience,    for  the   laws    he  's    broke, 


MCJNTOSH'S  POEMS,  105 

To    guide    the  wanderer's    steps   to  peace, 
And  give   the  captive   soul    release ; 
To   help  the    weaklings    on   their   way, 
And   teach    blasphemers   how   to    pray. 
Go  on    and  use    thy    talent,  one, 
'Twere    better    far    some    men    had    none, 
Than   show   them   only    when  they  blame 
Or   deck    the   gloomy    brow   of  shame. 

Here's   toil,   which  shuts  the  door  to  strife, 
Through  which  we  pass  to  healthy  life, 
Awakes  to  labor  e'er  the  sun 
His  golden  gates  has  open  flung ; 
And  whistling  mirth  winds  up  the  hill, 
Or  steps  the  run  to  attend  the  mill. 

The  teamsler  wields  his  whip  with  pride, 
Which  oft  hath  bled  slow  Dunny's  side, 
Loud  through  the  air  'tis  heard  to  crack. 
To  hasten  Fox  into  the  track, 
Then  hums  his  merry  little  tune, 
Blithe  as  a  wakeful  morn  of  June  ; 
For  duty  gives  more  joy  to  man 
Than  idle  sloth  or  luxury  can. 

Here,  too,  she  lives  who  warms  the  breast. 
And  comforts  most  when  most  distressed. 
Who  has  perennial  bliss  in  store, 
Like  our  full  streams  to  running  o'er : 


106  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

A  lovely  wife — relation  dear — 
Who  rules  the  heart  without  a  peer, 
And  who  to  heal  her  country's  woes, 
Decks  her  loved  ones  with  calicos, 
Who,  standing  round,  like  steps  arise, 
To  knowledge  and  to  virtue's  prize ; 
But  one  does  in  her  bosom  lie, 
The  eldest  stands  as  near  the  sky, 
Now  smiling  in  her  virgin  bloom, 
Like  spring  before  the  heat  of  noon  ; 
What  tongue  can  tell  the  mother's  bliss, 
As  one  by  one  she  gives  a  kiss  ; 
E'en  joyous  angels  gladly  stoop, 
To  taste  the  pleasures  of  this  group. 

Red  jacket,  too,  is  seen  to  strut 
In  anapaBstic  measure  up, 
Hobbling  he  goes,  hitch,  step  and  jump, 
With  wooden  nag  whose  tramp  comes  thump, 
Wnrm  in  the  glow  of  self  conceit, 
Tells  his  exploits  in  lane  and  street, 
That  he  is  skilled  in  verse  and  prose, 
And  then  with  maggot  breath  he  blows 
On  the  best  part  which  genius  carves, 
And  virtue  elegantly  serves, 
To  eat  the  finest  flavor  up, 
A  perverse  appetite  to  glut, 


McINTOSH's    POEMS.  107 

But  finds  such  moral  seasoning  there, 
He  leaves  such  dainties  in  despair, 
To  feast  on  excramental  news, 
Which  none  but  scavengers  will  chose, 
And  ere  he  's  washed  his  hands  from  dirt, 
Writes  of  his  love  to  Nelly  Pert, 
Which  she  receives  as  a  big  pill, 
And  vomits  at  the  thought  of  ill. 

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Even  Temperanceville  has   William  sung, 
In  strains  as   wise  as  he  is  young, 
And  made  the  muddy  path  he  trod 
As  classic  as   Parnassas'   sod, 
So  rich  is  he  in  learned  lore, 
That  knowledge  loves  him  more  and  more  : 

And  here  he  lives  who    writes  for  fun, 
At    leisure,    when   his    labor  's  done, 
He  lets    his    willing   fancy    rove 
O'er  hill  and  dale   and  shady   grove, 
Views   nature  in  her  changing  dress, 
Or  hears    the   wail  of  deep  distress, 
And  then  with  feelings  touched  with  grief 
He    seeks    in   virtiies's  smiles   relief, 
Or  hears  sweet  music's  soothing   lay, 
Who    meets    him   on   his  airy  way; 
For    she   has    loved    him    from   a  child, 
And   oft  hio  labors  has  beguiled, 


108  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

And    then   the    Nine,    with  wily    art, 

Make    him   expose    his  very    heart: 

Tell    where    he    felt  the  joys    of  love, 

And  how  the  other  passions  move. 

They  ask  ten  thousand  questions  more, 

And  tell  him  how  again  to  soar ; 

'Tis  by  their   aid  these   hills  you    see 

Smile    in  their  own  identity ; 

Soon  then   he   lays  him   down  to    rest, 

Beside   the   softest   mortal   breast, 

Until  the  morning's  flaming  eye 

Has    hid    the  brightest  star  on  high, 

Then,  then    his  busy   life  begins, 

And   glad,    his    children's    bread    he    wins. 

If  these  are   not  poetic  themes, 
Then  hie  you  to  the  world  of  dreams. 
For  its  boundless    realms    lie    near, 
Where    ghosts    in  every    form    appear, 
Just  o'er  the  narrow  stream  of  light, 
Which   silent  passes    off  at   night ; 
Then  labor   hastes    too   downy  bed, 
Soon  as    its  ebbing   tide    has   fled, 
And    mingles    with   the  brain-born   throng, 
To   shout,   and  run,   and   jump    along. 


REFLECTIONS  ON  THE  NEW  YEAR. 

Oh,  could  I  sing  the  infant  year  " 
In  strains  to  profit  all  who  hear, 
And  solemnize  the  thoughtless  heart, 
There  seal  instruction  ne'er  to  part, 
Gladly  my  glowing  breast  would  light  my  new  found 
Child  of  tall  darkness,  born  at  midnight  hour,  Qay. 
When  preachers  name  thee  from  their  watch-night 

tower, 

And  waiting  souls  when  thou  art  ushered  in, 
Forget  their  tronbles  pasfrf  and  rising  sing, 
Fresh  resolutions  formed  to  walk  the  heavenly  way, 
Though   rough,   while    they  "can   lisp    a  happy  New 
Year's  day. 

This  season  brings  the  world  to  think, 
When  men  have  passed  the  slippery  brink 
Of  the  old  year.     The  merchant's  looks 
Are  retrospective  turned  to  books, 
Where  numerous  entries  stand,  who  strikes  a  balance 

just, 
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110  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS. 

When  thus  he   winds  his   past  transactions  up, 
If  gain  is  ample  pleased  he  thanks  his  luck  ; 
But  if  Misfortune  's  met  him  on  the  tide, 
And  frequent  losses   make  his  credit  slide, 
T'avert  impending  ills   he  seeks  indulgent  trust,  - 
Puts  stronger  efforts   forth  and  sparing  eats  his  crust. 

And  shall  frail  man  more  careless  feel 
In  refrence  to  his  endless  weal, 
And  let  his  spirit's  best  affairs 
Neglected  lie  immured  with  cares, 
While  daily  obligations  tell  his  credit  's  riven. 
These  sums  ask  interest,  by  delay   they  grow 
In  magnitude  to  mingle  future  wo: 
Forgetfulness  can  never  lift  the  bill, 
Nor  slow  intentions,  nor  the  deceptive  will, 
Which  seldom  sends  a  prayer  to  sweet  indulgent  heaven, 
To  own  it  cannot  pay,  or  seek  to  be  forgiven. 

Yet  though  the  record  of  your  crime, 
Be  closely  written  every  line, 
From  budding  youth  to  hoary  age, 
And  swells  beyond   vast  memory's  page, 
Till  guilt  shall  prostrate  hope,  and  raise  a  cloud  of  fears. 
While  justice,  frowning,  holds  the  lengthening  scroll. 
And  claims  the  ready  payment  of  the   whole: 
No  mortal   plea  is  valid,  judgment  stands 
Against  the  culprits,  stern  in  its  demands : 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  Ill 

Oh,  sinners  come,  though    vile    and    trembling,   ba 
thed  in  tears, 
You   have  a  friend  at  hand,  behold  your  Lord  appears. 

To  shield  yon   from  the  fatal  stroke 
Of  justice,   which  the  law  has  woke, 
For  your  release   He  meekly  bleeds, 
And  lifts  His  voice  and  kindly  pleads 
For  you,  and  prodigals  of  every  grade  and  stain. 
With   willing  hand  and  sweet  forgiving  smile, 
He   holds  the  immortal  blood-stained  style, 
For  to  endorse  your  heavy   bill  of  debt: 
His  name  in  bank  was  ne'er  dishonored  yet 
Exhaustless  wealth  has  there  in  long  deposit  lain, 
To  liquidate  each  sin,  and  meet  the  largest  claim. 

From   God  comes  all  you  have  and  are, 
As  earnest  of  a  larger  share 
Proportionate — as  each  employs 
The  gifts  bestowed  to  enhance  his  joys: 
But  if  you  thankless  spurn  the  favors  of  the   skies, 
Or  wander   forth   with  strength  and  means  to  toil, 
And  hide  your  master's  talent  deep  in   soil, 
And  thus  the  precious  boon    of  God  still  keep 
As  useless  as  the  rich  pearls  of  the    deep ; 
While  full  of  discontent  you  ariogantly  try 
To  throw  reproachful  blame  in  heaven's  benignant  eye. 


1  12  MclNTOSIl's  POEMS. 

Death  comes  apace,  he  silent  steals 
To  close  all  eyes  with  moveless  seals ; 
Pluck  from  each  grasp  what  each  had  hidden; 
'  Tread  on  pretence,  unseen,  unbidden  : 
Your  conscience  first  beholds  the  warrant  in  his  hand. 
Each  step  is  terrible  as  on  he  comes, 
And  Time  's  more  precious  as  it  faster  runs : 
Rejected  favors  frown  before  your  view, 
And  sins  uncancelled  pierce  the  spirit  through. 
But  oh,  the  dreadful  thought,  that  you  this  year  must 

stand 

Before  the  throne    of  God,  and    hear   His   just   com 
mand  : 

"  You  would  not  leave  foul  error's  path. 
Depart  to  deepest  shades  of  wrath, 
Where  forms  all  horrible  appear, 
And  prospect  sees  no  end  to  fear, 
Though  vision  's  gifted  with  a  telescopic  reach. 
Strong  pain  fills  there  the  large  pernicipus  cup, 
And  guilt  forever  drinks  red  vengeance  up, 
An  ample  draught  which  4ione  can  drain, 
Though  shuddering  quaff  it  down  amain, 
Midst  sighs  and  groans  as  far  from  heaven  as  thought 

can  stretch, 

Where  black  destruction  burns,  hear  horror's  dismal 
screech." 


MCINTOSH'S  POEMS.  113 

Then  let  the  first  archangel  take 
A  Compass  huge,  of  heavenly   make, 
And  place  the  nether  limb  upon 
The  farthest  thought  that  -'s  wildly  gone 
To  scan  the  boundless  vast  which  sight  can  ne'er  explore, 
And  stretch  it  wide  for  periods  none  can  count, 
Till  pica  numbers  reach  to  Herschel'a  mount, 
And   then  extend  his  measure  far  away 
Beyond  all  finite  minds  can   think  or  say  ; 
E'en   then  that  hidden  point  would   be  no  farther  o'er, 
Than  that  which  first  he  set  on    Time's    dark    chan 
ging  shore. 

And  thus  the  eternal  year 
Stands  ever  brightly  smiling  here, 
And  yields  such  varied  luscious  fruit, 
As  makes  the  saints  and  angels  shout, 
Aloud   the  chorus  joy   from  rapture's  lips  ascends, 
To   Him  who  fills  yon  lofty  dazzling  throne, 
Who  made  all  worlds;  but  died  for  this  alone. 
His  ransomed  ones,   His  chosen  holy  race,- 
Are  brought  to  view  and  sing  his  matchless  grace, 
Where  every  toil,  and  fear,  and  sorrow  finds  amends 
In  pure  extatic  bliss,   whose  banquet  never  ends. 

From  these  themes  and  solemn  measure, 

Reader,  let  me  change  my  lay : 
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114  MCINTOSH'S  POEMS 

Time  brings  for  thee  countless  treasure 
Hope  go  meet  him,  while  I  pray; 

Each  new  year,  in  long  succession, 
May  rich  comforts  thee  attend, 

More  than  ever  knew  expression, 
Always  cheer  thee,  virtue's  friend. 

Jesus  o'er  thee  sweetly  bending, 

Enters  in  life's  book  thy  name ; 
Now  by  faith  behold  it  shining 

Nobly  in  the  list  of  fame. 
In  the  ai chives  of  redemption, 

Nothing  can  bedim  *t  on  earth  : 
God  shall  smile  upon  its  mention, 

Set  thee  high  in  endless  worth. 


L  T  N  E  S , 

Composed  after  u-itnessing  DE  MEYER'S  execution  upon 

the  Piano  Forte,  upon  the  occasion  of  his  recent 

Concerts  given  in  the  city  of  Pittsburgh, 

The  sun  had  reluctantly  sank  to  his  rest, 

And  night  flung  her  mantle  of  mourning  aside  ; 
The  moon  in  her  majesty  robed  in  her  best, 

Came  smiling  to  earth,  like  sweet  love  to  his  bride. 
The  din  of  the  city  was  hushed  to  repose, 

And  labor  and  beauty  came  gladly  to  hear, 
And  feast  on  the  raptures  that  skill  should  disclose, 

In  the  bow  of  Her  Knoop*  and  the  hands  of  De  Meyer. 

His  touch  drew  a  strain  from  its  ancient  abode, 

Where  long  it  had  waited  impatient  to  bear 
Delectable  sweets  from  the  bosom  of  God, 

And  lift  frailest  mortals  to  scenes  ever  fair. 
His  fingers  flew  rapid  as  humming  bird's  wings, 

When  its  spirit  drinks  nectar  abundant  from  flowers ; 
But  such  is  the  magic  that  his  movement  flings 

Ineffable  richness  from  music  on  ours. 

*Her  Knoop  assisted  De  Meyer  upon  the  Bass  Viol. 


116  M'INTOSH'S  POEMS. 

• 
Now  Melody  leaps  with  a  newness  of  joy, 

Gallanting  all  brilliant  in  regions  above 
The  dull  diapasons  that  mortals  employ, 

And  bathes  thought  and  feeling  in  transports  of  love; 
Then  gloom,  toil  and  care  in  a  moment  depart, 

For  misery  and  music  in  concert  ne'er  dwell ; 
E'en  demons  oft  tamed  by  this  wonderful  art, 

Fall  prostrate  to  homage  its  enchanting  spell. 

Then  down  from  the  summit  of  exquisite  bliss, 

Angelical  harmony  glides  from  afar, 
As  vivid  as  light  to  the  deepest  abyss, 

Wh^re  black  thunder  rages  and  drives  forth  his  car, 
His  right  hand  comes  tripping  with  glee  from  the  storm. 

While  furies  unnumbered  rave  madly  below, 
And  spreads  o'er  the  soul  an  etherial  charm, 

As  his  left  plays  with  tempests  as  fearful  as  wo. 

Oh,  who  ever  dreamed  that  sweet  heaven  wa&  near? 

Or  the  key  of  its  portals  was  given  to  man, 
Or  the  secret  to  turn  it  was  just — persevere, 

Till  triumph  shall  crown  the  success  of  the  plan  ; 
Then  fruits  of  immortals  drop  rich  from  the  hand, 

Deliciously  ripe,  in  vast  extatic  showers, 
Fit  food  for  the  spirits  who  expecting  stand 

To  taste  richer  bliss  in  Elvsian  bowers. 


TO :  A  DIVINE. 

Go  on,  brave  herald  of  the  cross,  go  on, 
Sound  free  salvation  with  thy  fluent  tongue, 
While  listening  thousands  catch  its  sweetest  strain, 
And  feel  and  own  the  power  of  Jesu's  matchless  name. 

May  conviction,  sent  by  thee  with  ready  aim, 
Pierce  the  dark  soul  of  guilt  and  there  remain, 
Till  He  who  died,  with  healing  hand  's  applied 
T»he  balm  of  saving  grace  from  his  own  wounded  side. 

Then  shall  strange  visions  ope  upon  the  sight 

Of  gloomy  doubt,  and  spread  its  fears  to  flight. 

Oh  glorious  visions  of  redeeming  love, 

That  bursts  the  night  of  sin,  and  draws  the  soul  above. 

When  thou  beneath  the  load  of  toil  shall  bend, 
In  publishing  the  sinner's  ardent  friend, 
Stretch  forth  thy  hand  of  faith  when  sinking  faint, 
Lay  hold  on  strength  Divine,  thy  staff  Omnipotent. 


1  18  M^INTOSH'S  POEMS. 

Where  thou   mays't  rest  secure  and  stronger  grow, 
Like  the  weak  vine,  and  teem  thy  fruits  below; 
On  souls  who  seek  the  precious   words  of  life, 
Fresh   from  thy  hallowed  lips,  embassador  of  Christ. 

And  may  thy  tottering  frame  with  vigor  he  renewed, 
And  thy  rapt    soul  abundantly  endued 
With  higher  grace,  by  Jesus  freely  given, 
You  taste  the  joys  of  earth,  made  sweet  with  joys  from 
heaven. 

And  thou  must  lay  thy  tabernacle  down 
Beneath  the  covert  of  the  sare  locked  tomb, 
Like  some  old  garb,   too  little  and  much  worn, 
For  thy  big  growing  soul,  till   resurrection's  morn. 

When  Christ  shall  make  and   put  it  on  again. 
Sparkling  with  gems  above  all  mortal  name, 
Then  I  Ml  no  more    thy  soaring  glory  see, 
So  near  thy  Saviour  placed,  and  distant  far  from  me. 


,      EPISTLE  TO  A  FRIEND. 

When  I  first  knew  the  home  of  my  friend, 

In  the  bounds  of  a  city  it  stood, 
Like  a  bark  when  untouched  by  the  wind, 

Stands  afar  from  the  fleet  on  the  flood. 
It  was  lonely  and  lowly,  the  view 

To  my  eye,  and  my  bosom  oft  bore 
A  pleasure  as  vast  and  as  new 

As  mortal  e'er  tasted  before. 

But  now  it  's  encircled  around 

By  structures  wealth  bids  to  arise  : 
But  the  soul  of  my  friend  from  the  ground 

Soars  away,  far  away  in  the  skies: 
Though  it  's  hid  in  the  crowd  of  the  great. 

Its  aspect  's  like  modesty's  own  ; 
Without  knocker  or  name-graven  plate ; 

To  the  lovers  of  wisdom  'tis  known. 

His  consort,  as  lovejy  as  young, 

Whose  kindness,  like  offers  of  grace, 


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Breathes  soft  from  her  eloquent  tongue, 
And  glows  on  her  beautiful  face, 

A  smile  and  a  meal  for  the  bard, 
She  always  keeps  ready  in  store ; 

For  labor's  hand,  active  and  hard, 
Has  chased  idle  want  from  the  door. 

It 's  there  the  rich  treasures  of  thought, 

Long  stored  up  with  care  in  the  mind, 
By  the  commerce  of  language  is  brought; 

We  the  wealth  of  immensity  find. 
Blest  converse  of  kindred  souls, 

When  each  his  mind's  coinage  displays, 
Or  lore  of  the  ancients  unfolds, 

Till  rapture  drinks  bliss  in  amaze. 

O'er  the  wide  hemisphere  of  the  past, 

Delightful  they  track  the  bright  way. 
Where  virtue  and  genius  has  cast 

A  glory,  which  ever  shall  stay. 
Loved   Borough  !  thou  often  dost  give 

The  theme  that  awakens  my  lay, 
And  next  to  the  vale  where  I  live, 

My  fancy  loves  oftest  to  play. 


HIEROPHANT, 


OR 


GOOD  TEACHER, 


AXD 


MISCELLANEOUS  POEMS, 

SOCIAL,  MORAL,  AND  RELIGIOUS, 


SET    TO 


APPROPRIATE    MUSIC. 


BY  MATTHEW  M'INTOSH, 


PITTSBURGH: 

PRINTED  BY  A.  A.  ANDERSON. 
1853. 


TO 

COLONEL    WM.   ESPY, 

OF 

LOWER   ST.    CL  AIR, 

I    DEDICATE    THESE     POEMS, 

FOR   HIS    FIRM   ADVOCACY    OF    PUBLIC    TUITION, 

AND 

WHOSE  FRIENDSHIP  AROUSED  MY  WARMTH 

TO  FLAME. 

Like  young  Fidelia's  gentle  breath ; 
VVhen  she  nearth's  dying  embers  blows; 
Till  flame  wakes  up  bright  as  her  wish, 
And  all  her  modest  beauty  shows. 
Nor  her  young  form  alone  who  owns  the  ready  meed  ; 
But  also  all  who  stand  expecting  round  ; 
When  darkness  flies  from  light's  intrepid  bound. 
So  Friendship  when  she  timely  breathes  just  praise, 
And  kindles  merit  into  fervent  blaze, 
Each  bosom  feels  it 's  just  and  helps  the  flame  to  feed, 
And  wonders  who  could  stand  ana  aid  not  such  a  deed. 


INDEX 


PART  I, 

Farewell  to  Melpomine,  (the  Muse  of  Music)  PAGE  9 
Desire  to  sing  the  song  of  Urania,  (the  divine  Muse,)  9 
The  Themes  of  Hierophant,  verse  3d,  10 
The  Birth  of  Nature,  verse  3,  10 
The  Vast  Preparation  for  Adam,  verse  4,  11 
The  First  Music  of  the  Spheres  and  wonder  of  An 
gels,  verse  5,  11 
Language  of  Heaven  Taught  to  Adam  ;  his  Naming 

the  Creatures,  verse  6,  12 
The  Pairing  of  the  Creatures,  and  Solitude  of  Adam, 

verse  7,  12 
God's  Gracious  Preparation  of  a  Helpmeet ;  Adam 

receives  Eve  in  a  dream;  Angels  sing,  ver.  8,  13 

Adam's  First  Interview  with  Eve,  verse  9,  13 
The  Joy  of  the  Inferior  Creatures  at  the  nuptials  ; 

Evening  duties  of  the  first  pair,  verse  10,  14 
Rising  Moon,  and  Quiet  Toiling  Merit  compared, 

verse  11,  14 

Discovery  of  Shadows,  verse  12,  15 

Analogy  of  Shadow  to  Falsehood,  verse  12  15 
Wonders  of  Heaven  displayed  to  the  First  Pair, 

verse  14,  16 
Desire  to  keep  awake  overcome  hy  the  discovery  of 

the  evening  star  ;  state  of  sleep,  verse  15,  16 


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Sabbath  Morn,  and  Worship  of  Adam  and  Eve, 

verse  1(3,  17 

Promulgation  of  the  Divine  Will,  verse  17,  17 

Desire  for  Knowledge  the  Cause  of  Transgression, 

verse  18  18 

Adam  receives  the  forbidden  fruit  from  the  hand  of 

Eve,  verse  19,  18 

The  Kindness  of  God  manifested,  in  pointing  out 

where  danger  lay,  verse  20,  19 

Various  Objections  to  the  Divine  Economy  stated, 

verse  21,  19 

Such  folly  Exposed  by  a  supposed  Reversal  of  the 

Laws  of  Being,  verse  22,  20 

The  Compound  Nature  of  Man  requires  three  dif 
ferent  kinds  of  Laws,  these  are  given  to  regu 
late  his  Actions,  verses  23,  and  24,  20,-21 

There  is  no  small  disobedience;  the  line  of  recti 
tude  is  infinite,  verse  25,  21 

A  Vindication  of  the  First  La\v :  its  Superiority  to 
Hainan  Laws  ;  its  adaptation  to  a  Simple  State 
of  Being,  verses  2'i,  27,  and  28,  22-23 

God's  Investigation  of  Sin,  verse  29,  23 

Sudden  and  Far-spread  Effects  of  Transgression, 

verse  30,  24 


PART  II, 

The  Earth  is  Cursed  ;  the  Guards  of  the  Tree  of 

Life,  verse  1, M  PAGE  25 

Wretched  Condition  of  Adam,  verses  2  and  3,  26 

Bliss  of  Divine  Revelation,  verses,  4, 5,  27-28 

Many  Causes  of  Human  Suffering,  verses  6,  7,  29 

Sympathy  of  the  First  Pair,  verses  8,  9,  29 

Birth  of  Abel,  verse  10,  30 

Cain  Murders  Abel,  verse  11,  30 

Apostrophy  to  Fratricide,  verse  12,  31 


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Progress  of  Vice,  verses  13,  14,  31-32 

Prediction  of  the  Flood  ;  Antediluvian's  derisive 
Inquiry,  of  Noah,  when  the  Flood  will  come, 
verse  16,  33 

Noah's  Answer,  verse  17,  33 

Completion  and  Occupancy  of  the  Ark,  verse  18,  34 
Ominous  Indications  of  Flood,  verses  19,  20,  21,  34-35 
Noah's  Ascension  into  the  Ark,  verse  21,  35 

His  Triumph  over  every  Opposition,  verse  22,  56 

Merinda  flies,  and  is  drowned  with  her  Husband, 

verses  23,  24,  36-37 

Awful  appearance  of  the  World  described,  verse  24,  37 
Devotion,  returning  to  Earth  again,  verses  25, 26,  37-38 
Manner  of  Hierophant's  teaching,  verse  27,  38 


PART  III, 

Sabbath  eve  described,  verse  1,  PAGE  39 

Sabbath  stillness  described,  verse  2,  40 

Temple  of  Jehovah  crowded  to  hear  of  Saving 

Grace,  verse  3,  40 

Pleasure  of  Divine  Worship,  verse  4,  41 

Portraiture  of  Human  Nature  through  the  various 

stages  of  refinements  to  Christian  attainments, 

verses  5,  6,  7,  8,  9,  41-42-43 

Bridal  Strain ;  an  Invitation  to  Sing,  and  Hymn, 

verse  10,  44 

Saving  Grace  compared  to  Water ;  its  Effects ; 

whence  procured,  verse  11,  45 

Invitation  to  partake  of  Saving  Grace,  verses  12,  13,  46 
Infatuation  of  Resisting  these  Appeals,  verse  14,  47 
Folly  of  such  Resistance  exposed,  verses  15, 16,  47-48 
Effect  of  strong  Exhortation  on  the  Human  Heart, 

verses  17,  18,  48-49 

Inefficiency  of  Reason  in  matters  of  Religion,  verses 

19,  20,  21,  49-50 


Jesus,  the  Rock  of  Ages,  With  music,  PAGE  51 

Thrice  Welcome,  a  hymn,  with  music,  o4 

Friend  of  the  Muse — Inquiry,  56 

Answer  to  J.  W.'s  Inquiry,  5S 
Hog  Killing — Now  comes  the  Season  of  the  Year,  60 
Behold  how  Pleasant  Sharpsburgh  stands,  (for  green 

race  read  green  vale)  61 

Soliloquy  of  Columbus,  70 

Mutineer's  Address  to  Columbus,  72 

Contentment,  73 

First  Fourth  of  July  after  the  Treaty  of  Peace,  74 

Midst  Beauty's  Circle,  76 

An  Elegy  on  the  Death  of  an  Amiable  Youth,  77 

To  Alicia — As  Thou  art  so  Fair,  79 

Apostrophy  to  Pity,  M 

Apostrophy  to  Disease,  83 

The  Absent  Husband,  84 

By  Industry  We  Thrive,  86 

Reminiscences  of  the  Past,  88 

I  've  Rode  Pegasus  Many  Years,  92 

Essayist,  94,  and  Juvenile  song,  Avith  music,  96 

Apology — Oh,  blame  not  always  Busy  Masters,  99 
A  Song  of  Triumph  for  the  Success  of  Temperance, 

with  music,  100 

Spring — Hail  fairest  darling  of  the  year,  103 

Lines,  105 

Wilkinson — Rural  Nymph,  &c.,  106 

Soldier's  Song  on  the  Rio  grande,  with  music,  108 

Evaris — Beside  the  Path,  &c.,  110 

The  Orphan's  Separation,  112 

A  Song — Oh,  Love,  thy  charms,  &c.,  114 

Salutation  to  the  Sons  of  Temperance,  115 

How  SAveet  it  is  to  Die.  116 

Lines  sent  Avith  a  Load  of  Coal,  117 

The  Declaration,  117 

The  Wife's  New  Year's  Gift,  118 

Written  on  the  Sudden  Death  of  George  Ramsey,  119 


B3EROPHANT; 


OR, 


GOOD    TEACHER 


PART  I, 
I. 

Farewell,  Melpomine,  awhile — 
Thy  looks  of  love,  thy  witching  smile  ; 
Which  won  my  heart,  in  sylvan  shade, 
Where  lovely  Naiads  playful  wade 
In  music  flowing  stream ;  which  hastes  its  bliss  along, 
Oft  I  have  laid,  upon  its  flowering  hank, 
Oppressive  toil,  and,  kneeling,  largely  drank 
Fresh  inspiration ;  till  life's  painful  load 
Felt  light  as  joy,  and  downward  seemed  my  road. 
Yet,  I  must  leave  thy  charms,  which  ruled  my   soul 

so  long; 

Urania  claims  my  car,  Oh,  could  I  sing  her  song, 
2 


(  10) 

II. 


Like  Hierophant,  whose  learned  might 
Drew  knowledge  from  her  realms  of  light : 
With  Truth,  close,  smiling  at  her  side: 
Parent  of  virtue  and  her  guide, 
And  spreads  her  fascinations  o'er  the  mind  of  each: 
While  rarest  music  of  his  varied  strain, 
Allures  all  thoughts  through  Wisdom's  vast  domain, 
Where  beauty  smiles  and  happiness  supreme 
Awaken  rapture  to  attend  his  theme  ; 
Of  lucid  lecture — prayer,  of  sermon,  or  of  speech. 
In  every  skillful  form  of  words,  that  duty  teach. 


III. 


flow  nature  woke,  to  glorious  birth, 
From  womb  of  darkness,  who  hastes  forth, 
Like  conscious  guilt,  which  Jar-1  not  stay, 
A  restless  fugitive  from  day. 

And  silence  trembled  on  his  cold  and  ebon  throne, 
When  God  benignly  said:  "Let  there  be  light," 
And  beauty  smiled  ineffable  delight; 
While  Echo  answered  through  the  vast  domain, 
Where  night  and   Silence  held  a  moody  rei^n; 
Till  stars  extatic  sang  their  heaven  inspired  tune, 
As  day  in  grandeur  shone,  and  rode  in  triumph  on. 


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IV. 

Now  Time  began  his  life  to  write, 
And  dipped  his  style  in  orbs  of  light ; 
While  busy  motion  quickly  flew 
To  stretch  the  scroll  so  vast  and  new; 
And  changing  seasons  teemed  with  fruits  the  very  best, 
For  swarms  of  creatures,  gamboling  all  around, 
In  noiseless  flood,  and  on  the  verdant  ground, 
And  beauteous  birds  that  rose  on  balmy  air 
To  try  their  pinions  and  their  music  there: 
Thus    earth  was   all    prepared  to  greet    her  sovereign 

guest, 

When  Adam   woke   from   dust   with   goodness   in  his 
breast. 


Now  the  first  music  of  the  spheres 
Fell  strangely  sweet  on  spirits'  ears, 
And  heaven's  full  chorus  gave  a  shout 
Of  joy,  vibrating  far  about, 

As  radiant  light  is  seen  in  moon,  or  twinkling  star: 
While    beauty    spreads,    o'er    earth,    unnumbered 

charms, 

And  happy  creatures  played  without  alarms, 
As  Spring  tripped  gently  in  her  virgin  pride, 
Ere  storm  had  wrathful  spoke,  or  sorrow  sighed, 
And  lakes  and  seas  looked  bright,  as  mirrors  hung  in 

air, 
And  wondering  angels  smiled  to  find  their  image  there. 


VI. 


Angels  beheld  with  new  surprise, 
A  pure  intelligence  arise 
From  senseless  clay — a  matchless  shrine, 
Where  heaven  and  earth  in  converse  join, 
As  Jah  Jehovah  blessed  creation's  favored  lord, 
In  language  spoken  on  His  lofty  throne, 
And  lit  pale  reason  and  made  wisdom  known. 
Strong  instinct  led  all  creatures  to  man's  view, 
Whose  intuition  all  their  natures  knew, 
And,  as   they    passed    and    heard    his   true   baptismal 

word, 
They  playfully  went  on,   but  not   by  danger  spurred. 


VII. 


At  rosy  dawn  each  species  pairs 
And  crops  the  mead  devoid  of  cares; 
Though  young  in  age,  mature  each  kind, 
And  to  each  other  most  inclined, 
Drawn  by  a  secret  lure  which  makes  their  bliss  com 
plete. 

First  Adam  sends  his  thankful  thoughts  to  God, 
And  lonely  sits  and  cats  his  luscious  food; 
Till  Solitude,  desired  the  most  by  man  distressed, 
He  hates  the  most  with  all  things  else  possessed — 
His  social  nature  grown  desires  a  social  treat, 
And    till    a    partner  's    given    naught    earthly  can  be 
sweet. 


VIII. 


Jehovah  sees  his  discontent, 
And  graciously  omnipotent, 
Locks  restless  feelings  up  in  sleep; 
While  busy  thoughts  fresh  pleasures  reap, 
In  fairy  fields  of  dreams,  where  noiseless  fancies  tread 
With  angels,  hasting  to  the  sacred  spot 
Where  unborn  woman  'mid  ambrosia  sat; 
Thus  introduced,  his  joy  in  rapture  came, 
For  love  soon  kindled  into  blissful  flame, 
And  as  he  pressed  the  hand  of  nature's  only  maid. 
Heaven's  harps  and  voices  joined  the  first  grand  ser 
enade. 


IX. 


While  Adam  some  sweet  sentence  said, 
Blest  slumbers  from  his  eyelids  fled: 
When  lo !  before  his  wondering  eyes 
That  peerless  form,  began  to  rise 
In  graceful  innocence,  half  veiled  in  auburn  hair, 
And,  as  long  tresses  o'er  white  shoulders  flew, 
Displaying  blushes  to  his  ravished  view — 
Had  he  been  mortal  he  had  surely  died 
At  sight  of  woman,  nature's  fairest  bride — 
For  when  perfection  smiles,  what  mortal  frame  could 

bear 
A  vision  so  august,  so  hallowed,  and  so  rare. 


X. 


All  nature  drank  the  nuptial  joy: 
Mysterious  sweets  unknown  to  cloy. 
More  gladly  docile  creatures  played 
'Mid  flowers  most  beauteously  arrayed, 
As  feathered  minstrelsy  inspired  the  dancing  throng: 
And  heaven's  blest  pair  surveyed  the  happy  scene, 
Or  lightly  trod  untired  the  pathless  green, 
And  plucked  their  supper,  as  they  sought  the  grove, 
While  converse  ripened  feeling  into  love — 
Now  evening's  cheerful  hymn  leaped  fresh  from  wo 
man's   tongue, 
As  Sol  laid  earth  to  rest  and  led  bright  stars  alone. 


XI, 


Soft  as  the  infant  tread  of  time, 
Advancing  far  in  every  clime; 
Mild  as  fair  woman's  placid  brow, 
llubathed  in  sorrow's  saddening  dew, 
Enrobed  in  white,  the  moon  rode  up  the  azure  steep. 
Looking  serenely  on  the  world  below — 
Doing  her  duty  well  with  ardent  glow, 
Unnoticed  oft  amid  her  high  career, 
Not  wanting  power,  lost  wanderers'  eyes  to  cheer. 
Like  merit  toiling  hard,  when  nature  's  wrapt  in  sleep. 
A.  jruide  to  virtue's  steps  by  folly's  mazy  deep. 


XII. 


Pale  night,  on  flowers,  her  mantle  threw, 
And  bathed,  -their,  fragrant  heads,  in  dew; 
While  zephyrs  brought  from  untrod  land 
A  grateful  balm;  and  cooling  fanned 
Heaven's  sacred  pair.     Unnumbered  forms  outstretch 

ing  lay 

Fantastically:  in  seeming  sweet  repose, 
On  grassy  couch,  near  where  the  streamlet  flows. 
Fearless  they  snatch  an   unresisting  shade, 
But  wondered  how  their  arms  so  many  made, 
And  as    they  playing    moved,    their    shadows   seemed 

to  say, 
We  are  a  phantom  race  and  innocently  play. 

XIII. 

Falsehood  to  truth  seems  thus  allied, 
And  near  her  person  will  abide; 
When  darkness  triumphs  they  embrace, 
Till  knoAvledge  comes  the  fiend  to  chase, 
Who  always  flies  from,  knowledge'  ever  smiling  eye, 
.And  skulking  hides  behind  unbending  truth: 
Truth  ever  fair,  and  in  immortal  youth: 
As  light  recedes  so  falsehood  larger  grows, 
And  wraps  all  goodness  in  eternal  woes. 
Sometimes,  like  twins,  on  earth,  they  point  us  to  the 

sky, 

Where    Truth   forever   lives,    but  Falsehood  's  never 
nigh. 


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XIV. 


Still  darkness  to  their  eyes  revealed 
A  new,  a  vast,  a  distant  field 
Of  sparkling  beauty;  and  they  gaze 
In  wonder  at  God's  grand  displays, 
Of  His  omnipotance,  His  glory  filling  space, 

Where  each  bright  orb  smiles,  like  a  seraph's  eye. 
Inviting  thought  to  tread  immensity; 
Bewildered  oft  amidst  the  glittering  host, 
In  boundless  vast  where  calculation  's  lost. 
And  comets  try  in  vain  infinitude  to  trace, 
And  turning  fail  to  tell  how  infinite  is  erace. 


Though  cxtacy  a  while  forbade, 
Dull  slumbers  now  their  lids  invade. 
So  strange  a  feeling  to  subdue 
They  rubbed  their  drowsy  balls  anew, 
And  pointed  out  a  star,  slow  rising  o'er  the  trees ; 
Brightest  it  shone  of  all  the  heavenly  throng. 
And  moved  in  graceful  majesty  along, 
Till  vision  fled  and  gave  their  souls  to  dreams: 
Man's  spirit  state,  beyond  material  beams ; 
Where  unchained  spirits  soar   and  do  what  e'er  they 

please, 
As  bodies  court  the  earth  to  gain  refreshing  ease. 


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Peerless  Aurora's  golden  key, 
On  Eden's  bower  ope'd  Sabbath  day; 
When  Adam  rose  from  fragrant  bed, 
And  lovely  Eve  to  worship  led ; 
Whose    guiltless    hearts,    to  God,    in    fervent    prayers 

ascend: 

They  read  creation's  wondrous   volume  o'er, 
And  praise  His  mighty  works,  and  Him  adore, 
While  virtue  rules  the  heaven-born  mind. 
How  good  is  Gocl  ?  His  providence  how  kind .' 
But  when  temptation  smiles  and   promises  a  friend, 
And  leads  the  mind  astray,  how  fatal  is  the  end. 

XVII. 


The   perfect  law  all  nature  heard. 
When  voice  divine   pronounced  the  word: 
"•  Of  every  tree  thou  mayest  freely  eat," 
And  autumn  bends  to  yield  thee  meat: 
'•But   of   the  tree    of  Knowledge    that    in  the  garden 

grows," 

Fair  in  its  midst  conspicuously  tall: 
"Thou  shalt  not  touch  nor  taste  of  it  at  all, 
For  in  the  day  that   thou  dost  eat  thereof 
Thou  shalt  surely  die."     E'en  guilt  shall  prove 
That  truth  of  God  on  earth   is    strongly  fenced    with 

woes, 
But  goodness  ever  smiles  where  willing  duty  goes. 


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XVIII. 

When  mind  intuitively  wise, 
And,  pure  as  light  to  bless  the  eyes, 
Was  taught  hy  God  aloft  to  soar 
In  fields  of  knowledge  hid  before; 
Desire    for    knowledge    glowed,    by  frequent    pleasure 

fanned, 

Like  flame  unruly  in  the  anxious  breast, 
Till  by  its  glare  the  truth  of  God  is  left, 
And  woman's  heart  and  feet  are  led  astray 
With  ease,  by  subtle  passions'  kindled  ray: 
She  climbs    the    direful    tree    raid    plucks    with  eager 

hand, 

Then  eats    the    baneful    fruit    and    breaks    her  Lord's 
command. 


AVith  hasty  steps  and  downcast  eye. 
And  crimsoned  cheek  and  smothered  sigh. 
She  soon  before  her  partner  stood 
And  showed  the   new  and   smiling  food — 
Who  from  her  lilly  hand,  the  unknown  fruit  lie  took. 
That  charmed  his  sight  and  by  his  spouse  was  given — 
He  felt  its  flavor  and  the  curse  of  heaven  ; 
Their  eyes  are  opened,  but,  by  guilt  more  blind, 
They  try  to  hide  from  God's  omniscient  mind — 
Thus  folly  best  is  seen  when  criminals  fear  rebuke, 
Like  blindness  'mid  strange  wilds,  who  has  wise  guides 
forsook. 


XX. 


The  Mighty  God,  most  kindly,  gave 
A  law,  His  virtuous  race  to  save, 
And  pointed  where  dark  dangers  lay; 
Far  from  their  pleasurable  way, 
As  far  as  centre  from  large  circumference  lies : 
The  law  's  a  centre  round  which  duty  moves 
And  tastes  all  pleasures,  that  her  nature  loves; 
Where'er  she  walks,  is  smiling  goodness  near ; 
And  evil  's  always  sentineled  by  fear: 
So  good  is  God  to  man,  He  bids  all  nature  rise, 
And  willing  lend  her  aid  to  help  him  to  the  skies. 


XXI. 


If  God  be  ever  strong  and  kind, 
Had  He  allowed  them  ill  to  find ; 
He'd  not  indulged  fair  Eve  to  rove, 
Without  resistance,  from  her  love, 
But    by    His    power   withheld,    or    thundering    voice 

deterred 

Her  erring  step,  or  struck  the  tempter  dead, 
Or  smote  the  eye,  which  to  transgression  led, 
Or  guarded  well  the  tree,  whence  evil  grew, 
Or  broke  the  arm,  which  caught  the  fatal  bough: 
And  many  other  ways,  had  God  for  mortals  cared, 
He  would  have   soon    devised,    and    human    suffering 
spared. 


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XXII. 


If  them,  objector,  wast  supreme 
And  gav'st  thy  edicts  in  a  dream? 
What  form  of  language  wouldst  thou  say, 
To  bend  all  nature  to  thy  sway? 

Wouldst  thou,  to  senseless  dust,  the  law  of  mind  de 
clare, 

Or  threaten  death  to  what  could  never  die, 
And  bid  it  see  without  the  precious  eye  ? 
Wouldst  thou  to  reason — gravitation  give, 
And  bid  ripe  instinct  in  progression  live  ? 
Give  virtuous  feeling  to  unsubstantial  air  ? 
And  blot  thyself  from  life,  unworthy  of  thy  sphere. 


XXIII. 


Man's  nature  's  compound  ;  and,  obeys 
Laws  of  three  kingdoms,  in  his  ways; 
The  law  of  matter  in  his  frame  is  seen. 
And  regulates  the  grand  machine; 
And   instinct's  secret  laws,  in  human  feeling,  live, 
And  guide  it  with  a  wise,  resistless  hand  ; 
Till  law  of  mind  assumes  supreme  command, 
And  gives  vast  freedom  to  the  human  will; 
Thus  makes  his  nature  all  accountable 
To  his  Great  Governor;   who  loves  his  joys  to  give, 
And  only  asks  the  mind,  to,  thankfully,  receive. 


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XXIV. 


Through  each  gradation  in  the  scale 
Of  being,  sacred  laws  prevail ; 
Through  mind  and  matter's  varied  forms, 
From  flaming  seraphs  down  to  worms ; 
And  universal  harmony,  without  a  jar, 

Is  owned  and  eulogized  by  philosophic  man  ; 
Whose  science  stretch  of  thought  is  but  a  span. 
Must  he,  of  all  the  works  of  God, 
A  strange  exception  be,  and  lawless  plod 
Through  dark  uncertainty,  and  fair  creation  mar  ? 
Is  strange  to  be  believed,  to  be  so,  stranger  far. 


XXV. 


Call  that  a  trifle  which  hinges  fate, 
Upon  conditions  vastly  great  ? 
Small  disobedience  ne'er  was  found ; 
But  from  vile  lips  where  crimes  abound. 
The  mighty  line  of  endless  rectitude  is  drawn 
Immensely  long,  and  bright,  and  shall  extend 
Throughout  infinitude,  a  rule  to  mind ; 
Wherever  goodness  is,  and  moral  worth 
Is  seen,  or  felt  in  sun,  or  star,  or  earth. 
It  governed  Angel  minds  before  creation's  dawn  ; 
Who  thought  transgression  small  soon  saw  destruction 
yawn. 

3 


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XXVI. 


Is  there  from  laws  that  mortals  know  ? 
Which  swell  the  legal  mountain  so, 
That  huge  Olympus'  towering  height, 
Beside  it  dwindles  from  the  sight ; 
And  still  more  ponderous    grows  with    high    pretence 

to  heaven, 

And  crushes  earth  beneath  its  foolish  load — 
Perplexing,  oft  obstructing,  virtue's  road, 
So  well  adapted  to  primeval  bliss  : 
So  easy  to  be  kept  from  sin's  distress, 
Securing,  to  the  mind,  C4od's  complacential   face; 
While  all  the  joys  of  earth  taste  flavored  with  His  grace. 


XXVJI. 


No,  nor  can  the  decalogue's  ccmpemi, 
Though  with  Jehovah's  finger  penned, 
With   His  great  negative   compare, 
Or  on  man's  pure  condition  bear. 
No  other  God  had  they,  or  could  desire  to  make. 
Could  man  forget  the  sacred   day  of  rest  I 
Ere  care's  perplexity  had   pained  his  breast  ; 
No  parents  yet  claimed  hr.nnr  as  their  due, 
Ere  son  was  born,  or  filial  duty   knew; 
Nor  could  they  kill,  or  bear  false  witness,  or  wake 
Baso  lust,  which,  all  the  sacred  ties  of  nature,  break.- 


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XXVIII. 

Then,  say  not  that  so  small  a  test, 
Has  all  humanity  distressed ; 
And  drawn,  more  tears,  from  sorrow's  soul, 
Than  waters  that  in  ocean  roll. 
In  its  simplicity,  its  fitness,  most  appears^ 
To  man's  blest  nature  and  probation  state. 
With  freedom  ample — and  a  guard  so  great — 
With  flowery  path  to  tread — and  roof  of  song, 
And  every  motive  leading  him  from  wrong. 
It  's  impious  to  say,  that  God  delights  in  tears, 
Who  gave  a  pleasant  world  ;  one  tree,  He  only  spares. 

XXIX. 


The  day  came  bending  low  to  earth, 
And  sent  soft  cooling  breezes  forth  ; 
To  tell  that  audience  time  had  come, 
When  God  instruction  would  resume; 
Then  came  His  solemn  voice,  investigating  crime, 
In  accents  stern  and  terrible  to  shame; 
But  ready  falsehood  rose  to  parry  blame ; 
Though  vain  as  man's  thin  patchwork  was  to  screen, 
From  eye  omniscient,  his  vile  parent  sin— 
Heaven's    broad   bright    robe   of  righteousness  is  torn 

and  dim, 

And    sorrow  chokes    the  voice  which    poured    perfec 
tion's  hymn. 


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XXX. 

Man's  face  divine,  now  stamped  with  fears, 
A  dark  repulsive  aspect  wears, 
That  docile  creatures  as  they  played, 
Became  most  suddenly  afraid ; 

And  hideously  growled,  from  human  presence  fled, 
To  war  in  deserts  wide,  where  power  and  skill 
In  torture  triumph,  and  to  live  must  kill: 
Except  the  dog  and  wounded  bleating  sheep 
And  crowing  hen,  which  chanticleer  did  whip; 
Such  symptoms  of  distress,  ferocity  and  dread, 
Evinced    to    Adam's    mind,    how    swift   transgression 
spread. 


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PART   II, 


1  care  not  what  foul  nature  SIMS, 
Or  IIO-A-  pretpn.liiiL'  poo;!ne-s  strays. 
L  cnri'  not  hou  earth's  pleasures  rise 
To  lii.le  IH-IU  oil's  hi^tr.3  from  my  eye,-. 

KrM'j'.Ie.l  rc'Ii.;io!i  is,  the  source  of  bliss  ; 

\Vit!io\;t  it--  joys,  oh!  uh:it  a  world  were  this 


Tlie  earth  is   (ur.^d,  s\veet  u:iy   iius  fled, 
And  darkne.:.o  niakcs  ^uili'a  tliurnv   led: 
The  moon   lios  hid  bcliind  you  slorn;?, 
Aud  chilis  seize  en   faint  human  forms, 
As  vengeful  lightnings  lash  l.kick  thunder's  awful  car; 
Which  rolls  appalling  en  man's  puilty  ear, 
And  wakes  remorse  to  sling,  and   hydra  fear 
To  rally  conscience,  beyond  Avill's  controul, 
And  level  judgment.-:  at  the  culprit  soul  ; 
While  faithful  cherubs  guard  the  tree  of  life  with  care, 

And  flaming  falchion  turns  destructive  everywhere. 
3* 


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II. 

Was  ever  mariner  on  the  deep, 
When  storms  their  awful  vigils  keep ; 
And  roaring  billows  toss  his  bark, 
Without  a  glass,  or  solar  spark, 
Or  chart,  or  compass  guide,  amid  wild  ocean's  war : 
Half  so  distressed,  as  father  Adam  felt? 
When  on  the  shore  of  time  and  moral  guilt, 
When  he,  reluctant,  by  his  God,  was  driven 
From  Eden's  gate,  with  back  to  forfeit  heaven  : 
Till  promise  kindly  came  and  pointing  to  a  star; 
Which    gave  new  life  to  hope,  though  smiling  from 
afar, 


III. 


Through  sudden  night  of  mental  gloom ; 
'Mid  blackest  horrors  of  his  doom ; 
Through  dreadful  sentence:  "Thou  shalt  die/' 
Through  feelings  quailing  from  God's  eye  ; 
And  dark  forboding   grief,    which    ne'er    found   voict 

before  ; 

Through  wild  conjectures  of  uncertain  life  ; 
Of  certain  suffering  in  his  state  of  strife  ; 
Through  every  pang  that  banished  sleep"  away, 
From  night  of  guilt,  less  fearful  than  day ; 
Which  showed  a  world  destressed  that  solemn  mourn 
ing  wore  ; 

While  wounded  flowers  looked  down,  and  trees  stood 
weeping  o'er. 


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IV. 


All  hail !  blest  Revelation's  light, 
Lure  that  can  fix  man's  wavering  sight ; 
Lift  purpose  to  a  steady  aim — 
Enkindle  virtue's  noblest  flame. 
No  trouble  can  avert,  nor  doubting  dim  the  eye 
Kept  by  its  beauty  and  essential  aid ; 
Reflecting  mercy  on  affliction's  tide, 
As  evidence  that  God's  redeeming  plan, 
Most  grand  appears,  to  sinking,  abject  man, — 
Eternal  goodness  flows  incessant  from  on  high, 
Resplendent,    like   bright    stars,    that    in    dark  waters 
lie. 


V. 


It  threw  time's  heavy  veil  aside, 
And  spread  its  lustre  far  and  wide, 
Its  truth  was  felt,  though  mysteries  seem, 
Like  distance,  to  obscure  the  scheme  ; 
So  vast,  so  wonderful,  and  so  divinely  kind ; 
That  angels  and  archangels,  ceaseless   try 
Its  holy  heaven-born  secret  to  espy  ; 
Perhaps  their  state  impeccable  began, 
When  woman's  seed  was  promised  first  to  man ; 
And  threatened  demons,  most  maliciously  intend, 
And  paint  destructive  snares  and  all  their  malice  vend. 


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VI. 


Transgression  oped  the  source  of  \voc, 
Whence  human  sufferings  ever  flow; 
( >ue  guilty  act,  like  poisoned   rill, 
Swells  to  a  constant  tide  of  ill; 
Which    has,    through    ages,    rolled    more    rapid  in 

course  ; 

Fed  by  innumerable  crimes  of  deepest  dye  ; 
l.jut  lovely  Truth  was  heard   in   heaven  to  sigh, 
And   Pity  hastened  down  from   realms  above, 
And   mixed   grief'*  current  with   redeeming  love; 
11,'ir.v  every   pain   of  heart  is  lessened   of  its  force, 
A.-?  d"wn  t'ie   stream  of  hie  wo  rise  to  mercy's  source 


VII. 


l'iv:;j    hiirhi  st    bhss   M  lit-re    nature    stood, 
.'.lid   linked   t.)  an<_re!s   and   !•>  (!,>d, 
\Vh-  se   sarilf,   a!!    radiant    wilh    i;race. 
(ii'.ve   earthly  man  a   heavenly    place, 
V,~h  i  shone   in   i.i"i'.:I   v.vrih.  rs  j.ure  as  spirits  arc: 
Yi  t    i  i::1   false   step   ]  !u>r.;e,!    every   mnrtal   ilown. 
!']•.!,!    bri."hf-.'sl    t'luitglits,   ii'iiii   haj>j)iest   renown, 
(  'i  se   <  n   the    he<  !s   of  angels,   iallii:^   far 
Tlirough   misery's   ijooin,   With    feeliiius    all   at   wa 
Ti!!    .lesi:s'   t;ntstretched   arm    h;:d  :-na!;-hed  man   fri-. 

dispair, 
And  ch'-se  him   f-  r  Ji:.-    twn,  to  n  iiistate   him  tliere. 


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VIII. 


Fair  moral  beauty,  lovely  queen, 
Now  hides,  and  vice  usurps  the  rein. 
Nature's  worst  passions  start  to  life, 
And  jarring  join   in  restless  strife  ; 
The  fertile  earth  resents;  and  thorns  and  briers  bears; 
And  as  man's  wishes  lead  his  feet  abroad, 
Shoeless  and  tender,  en  the  untried  road  ; 
Sharp  monitors  annoy  him  on  his  way, 
And  pain  commands  his  LJIKI  and  frequent  stay; 
New  wants  still  urge    him  on,    though  limping  worn 

with  cares, 
Brave  comforter  of  Eve,  who,  all  his  suffering,  shares. 


Their  sympathy  with   moistened  eye 
Gave  consolation  with  a  sigh : 
Thus  mutual  sorrow  tried  to  chase 
The  tears  from  off  each  other's  face, 
As  toil,  and  sores,  and    fears,    their  troubled   feelings 

blend. 

Necessity  thus  taught  the  healing  art, 
Which  prompted  lessons  with  a  crimson  smart  : 
And  young  invention  gave  his  ready  aid ; 
To  bless  experience  by  some  useful  trade. 
Affectionately  kind,  each  other's  constant  friend  ; 
They  toiling  till  the  ground,  but  weeds  first  ripening 
bend. 


New  travail  still   came   urging-  on 
The  mother,  till  she  kissed  her  son. 
The  labouring  gladness  of  her  breast, 
She  thus  most  fervently  expressed : 
••  I   have   gotten  a  man   the   very  Jehovah.'' 
flow  rich  the  burden  of  her  first-born  boy? 
How  inexpressible  her  heart-felt  joy? 
The  conquest  over  sin  she  deems  achieved, 
Her  wounded  soul  's  delightfully  relieved  : 
Through  dimmest  prophecy,  anticipation  saw, 
The   victory  of  Christ,  and  sang  hallelujah. 


XI. 


Corrosive  cares   increase  with   years, 
And  disappointment  wakes  their  fears  ; 
Till   memory  shudders  at   her  sighs; 
Vet   pictures   grief's  o'erflowing  eyes; 
Sin's  bloody  steps  appear  appalling  frowns  his  face  : 
And   manifold  the   forms  and   ways  he  takes 
To  ruin  man  ;   sweet  social  ties  he  breaks, 
By  purpose  kindled  at  devotion's  shrine  ; 
And  Cain  wildly  bears  the  murderer's  sign 
Of  wrinkled  discontent,  that  every  eye  might  traoo, 
Arid  flee  earth's  vagabond,  in  every  time  and  place. 


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XII. 


Oh  fratricide!  thy  cruel  arm 
Socn  chilled  the   heart  with  viihie  warm; 
Vilely  impatient,  ceuld.st  thou   not  stay? 
And  h-t  disease  lead    Death  the  way 
To  earth  :  which  seen  refused  to  hide  thy  horrid  guilt. 
In  vain,  the  deep,  dark  centre  cf  this  globe,  mr.y  try 
To  hide  foul  murder  from.  God's  sleepless  eye  : 
F:.s  doleful   whin  ers  s<:und,  far,  far  above 
'!'he   mip.htv  thi'io.lcr.s  of  eternal  Jove, 
Thy  conscience  eeln.es   kud  the  wrathful  strt-kL-  thirf 

spilt 

Thy  brother's  precious  blood,  end   thou  its  pr.nps  ha;>-t 
felt. 

XIII. 


Since  piety  no  more  rest  ruins 
Progressive  vice,  which   ho  disdains; 
And  God's  jure  spirit  takes  Ills  flipht ; 
And  leaves  th.o  v>"Ci-!d  in  sinful  nio;ht  ; 
While  tail  longevity,  with   (riant  strides  unchecked 
By  fear  of  death,  who  *eldoi;i   tr.  d  the  way 
To  his  ncv,*  killed,  in,  earth  ;   or  marked   his  prey-, 
Sent  vile   imaginations  hatching:  crime  ; 
Prolific  brood;   far  in  advance  of  time, 
Inflaming  passion's  eye,  but  dimming  intellect ; 
Till  bosom-treasured  Avrone,   loves  virtue  to  forget. 


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XIV. 


And  youth  and  beauty  ceaseless  vie ; 
With  hoary  guilt  in  lustful  eye  ; 
And  kindle,  in  each  other's  soul, 
Desires  which  never  knew  contrcul ; 
Till  moral  turpitude,  from  thought,   and  lip,  and  life, 
Deluges  nature  with  a  dismal  tide, 
As  if  deep  hell  had  thrown  her  huge  gates  wide; 
Whence  countless  demons  swarm  the  pleasant  earth, 
Possessing  mortals  with  a  fiendish  mirth  ; 
Till  wide  vast  revelry,  and  violence,  was  rife, 
And  justice  sweeps  the  earth,  and  cuts  existence  brief. 


XV. 


The  earth  lay  languishing  for  rain — 
The  mountain  cattle  sought  the  plain — 
The  music  of  the  streams  had  fled, 
And  vegetation  found  their  bed — 
The  fiery  sun  had  thrown   his  ck-vjly  veil  aside; 
And  1- oked  revengeful  on  the  world  below, 
Which  cursed  his    light,    aad    fled    his  frowning 

giOW. 

The  wind,  mischievous,  taught  the  mud  to  fly, 
And  drew  unwilling  tears  from  scorning  eye, 

Which  checked  awhile  the  tongue  that  ridiculed  with 
pride, 

Their  long  predicted  fate,  which  they  had  oft  defied. 


(33) 
XVI. 


When,  toiling  preacher,  will  the  flood 
Descend  and  make  all  nature  bud  ? 
The  spring  comes   loitering  in  pain, 
Till  wet  revives  her  flowery  train. 
Tins  is  the  fatal  day  long  hammered  in  our  ear, 
By  thy  wild  voice  of  warning  and   alarms  ; 
But  where  's  the  cloud,  or  thunder  note  of  storms  ? 
The  sky  is  clear  and  silent,  and  the  sun 
Looks  smiling  bright  as  when  the  world  begun. 
We  wish  that  rain  would  come  and  bless  the  mourn 
ing  year, 
And  scare  thee  to  thy  ark,  a  sign  to  us  most  dear. 

XVII. 


Excessive  pleasures  cloud  your  mind, 
Your  pampered  feelings  downward  tend  ; 
And  caution  lounges  at  her  ease 
Let  threatenings  thunder  as  they  please  ; 
But  watchful  virtue  hears  the  warning  voice  of  truth, 
Prepares  for  danger  ere  its  woes   can  come, 
And  finds  salvation  in  the  hour  of  doom  ; 
Or  stops  the  phials  of  eternal  hate 
Retarding  ruin  to  a  later  date. 
Have  you  not    scorned  God's    warning  with    impious 

mouth  ? 

Defying  Justice  oft,  and  taught  your  vice  to     youth. 
4 


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XVIII. 

The  spacious  ark  is  now  complete, 
And  there  all  various  creatures  meet. 
Did  you  not  view  them  as  they  came  1 
In  loving  pairs  most  wondrous  tame — 
Think  you  the  mighty  magic  of  a  human  will 
Could    spread    through    nature    such    commanding 

power, 

Directing  monsters  to  this  place  and  hour : 
From  mountains  wild,  and  distance  far  awav, 
O'er  roads    unknown,    and    cross    wide    streams    r:t 

play  ? 

The  mind  that  tutored  instinct  with  such  skill. 
Demonstrates  to  fear,  lie  can  His  threats  iullil. 


Last  night  a  halo   round  the  moon 
Foretold  dark  storms   approaching  soon. 
Like  feeling  dimming  beauty's  bivw, 
Ere   long  pent  sorrows  sighing  flow. 
Have  you  not  noticed  loug  a   strangely  blazing  slur. 
That  flies  portentous  through  the  quiet  sky  : 
Each  night  it  grows  more  angry  and  more  n:\rh  : 
And  is,  an  awful  visitant,  in  haste 
To  lay  the  earth  and  all  its  pleasures  waste: 
It's   large,    like  a  full  moon:     But    spreads    it.s  wrath 

so  far, 
It  emulates  the  day,  and  seen.s  so  bent  on  war. 


(35) 


This  morning  Jeptha  told  his  dream 
Of  mortals  struggling  in  a  stream, 
( Which  rushed  along  and  rose  so  high, 
lie  thought  it  soon  Avould  reach  the  sky,) 
lu  numbers  greater  than  the  sand  and  starry  hosx, 
Such  horrid  sights  he  said  ne'er  lived  before, 
And  shrieks  he  heard  that  sealed  up  sorrow's  core, 
But  soon  this  vastly  wild  tumultuous  jar 
Became  more  fearful,   as  it  woke  despair; 
Til!  all  of  mortal  pride,  that  youth  and  beauty  boast, 
And  every  prayer  was   hushed,  and  every  fear  was 
lost. 


XXI. 


Suspended  springs   begin  again  to  ilinv, 
And  without  rain  streams  mutter  wo; — 
The  earth  has  trembled  since  we  stood, 
As  shrinking  from  her  maker's  rod  ; 
Thus  art  and  nature  their  strongest  testimony  give, 
To  my  rejected  warnings  heard  with  sneers  ; 
And  heaven-directed  labors  scorned  with  cheers : 
Dark  clouds  have  marshalled  in  the  frowning  west, 
And  thunder  has  his  warning  just  expressed ; 
And  now  the  rain  descends,  my  old  co-workers  grieve, 
For  I  ascend  the  ark,  which  waits  me  to  receive. 


(36) 
XXII. 


When  Opposition  strewed  his  way 
With  sharp  impediments   that  waked  dismay  ; 
And  Duty  pointed  to  a  cloud, 
Which  he  must  pass  in   doing  good  ; 
While  round  him  breathed  the  chilling  storm  of  dis 
content, 

Each  word  of  spite  aroused  his  warmth  to  flame, 
And  rapture  kindled  as   afflictions  came  : 
Rebuke  from  hate,  but  spurred  his  spirit  on 
When  he  would  loiter  for  the  immortal  crown. 
Religion  to  his  mind  her  strongest  solace   lent, 
Till  far  above  the  storm  his  ardent  spirit  went. 


XXIII. 


The  sun  his  splendor  hides  from  earth, — 
And  pealing  thunder  deafens  mirth  ; 
While  glaring   lightnings  madly  play 
A  dirge  for  black  destruction's  day  : 
As  raging  torrents  burst  the  strange  convulsive  ground. 
Night  darkly  frowns,  the  windy  tempest  roars. 
And  floods  descend  till   tides  o'erleap  their  shores ; 
The  beauteous,  young,  the  proud  Merinda  flies 
With  shoeless  haste  Irom  rest  and  nuptial  ties — 
No  light  is  seen  to  lure,  or  voice  of  guiding  sound 
Directs  her  steps  through  waters'  lawless  bound. 


(37) 
XXIV. 


Exhausted  soon  she  makes  her  grave — 
Her  stronger  partner  buffs  the  wave, 
But  vainly  strives  to  save  his  life  ; 
And  clasping,  sinks  beside  his  wife. 
The  morning  wakes  again,  but  such  a  dismal  dawn 
Ne'er    frowned    on  earth ;    death   spreads    his  dark 

domain, 

And  gives  to  ruin,  all  his  lengthened  rein; 
Fiends  shuddered  at  the  sudden  swarm 
Of  human  forms,  that  filled  hell  with  alarm ; 
But  kindred  horror  told  they  all  of  guilt  were  born, 
And  filially  unite  to  suffer  and  to  mourn. 


XXV. 


How  sweetly  burns  devotion's  flame, 
As  glowing  from  the  Ark  it  came  ; 
Rekindling  earth  with  sacred  fire ; 
Refreshing  feeling's  best  desire  ; 
Inspiring  thankful  minds  to  feast  on  angel  cheer : 
Extatic  bliss,  from  fields  unfenced  by  time, 
To  strengthen  virtue  in  life's  stormy  clime. 
Cold,  dreary,  steep,  would  be  man's  path  to  heaven, 
Only  devotion's  light  and  heat  are  given; 
On,  onward  still  we  press,  when  she  forbids  our  fear, 
Perplexing  crosses  leave,  in  gladness  disappear. 
4* 


(38  ) 


Ere  yet  the  plains  were  wholly  dry, 
Religion  raised  her  altar  high, 
And  Noah's  pious  family  stood 
Devoutly  worshipping  in  mud, 
Most  eager  to  obey  the  inward  voice  of  grace  ; 
And  as  the  bleeding  victim  reeking  lay, 
Imploring  pity  from  eternal  day, 
They  mingled  with  its  blood  relenting  tears, 
But  faithful  prayer  soon  bore  away  their  fears, 
When  lo !    God's    sign    is  seen,    sure    emblem  of  Ilis 

peace, 

That   kindly   grasps  a  world,  which  smiles  in  its  em 
brace  ! 

XXVII. 

Hierophant  kindling  thus  with  rage, 
At  records  of  the  sacred  page, 
So  brightening   facts  which  dimly  shone 
As  gems  on  time's  expansive  zone. 
Till  all    the    darksome    past    with    interest    seemed  to 

glow, 

That  captivated  minds  still  wished  to  stay 
Where  promises  of  wealth  profusely  lay  ; 
Then  he  would  gently  turn   each  anxious  eye 
To  where  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  lit  the  sky 
And  spread  a  lustre  through  sins  darkest  wo, 
Filled   earth   and    heaven    with    bliss,  inviting  minds 
to  go. 


\  / 


PART  III. 


"  How  kind  's  the  hand  that  points  the  road 
From  ruin  to  the  throne  of  God  ; 
How  sweet 's  the  voiee  that  can  declare, 
Thine  is  the  wealth  long  treasured  there." 


On  the  dim  shore  of  business-week, 
Misfortune  tossed,  lies  many  a  wreck; 
Yet  toiling  millions  safely  gain 
The  eve  of  rest  from  hurricane; 

Where  God  has  kindly  raised  a  mystic  barrier   high, 
That  world  wide  raging  passions  cannot  pass, 
Though  loud  against  it — crashing  at  its  base. 
E'en  Pleasure's  revels,  near  this  sacred  day, 
So  nauseous  feel,  she  turns  her  head  away: 
But  all  the  suffering  good  in  happy  slumbers  lie, 
Till  silent  morning  looks  with  soft  paternal  eye. 


40 


II. 


What  potent   word  has  changed  the  scene  ? 
Where  's  business  fled  with  dirt  and  din  ? 
No  jarring  voice  grates  music's  ear, 
Nor  hurried  step  brings  sorrow  near: 
A  greater  calm  is  felt,    more  vast  and  more  sublime, 
Than  that  which,  smiled  on  ancient  Galilee 
When  Jesus  said:   '-be  still"   so  soothingly: 
For  gladness  lifts  the  soul  to  prospects  fair 
Freed  from  the  sharp  entanglements  of  cave, 
{.•.id's  holy  sabbath  '.s    come    like    some    blest    isle    of 

time; 
The  joy  of  every  age  and  hope  of  every  clime. 


III. 


Where   high  Jehovah's  temple  stands. 
To  guide  the  mind  in  desert  lands — 
The  lame  and  weak,  the   loitcring-strong — 
The  sin-distressed  increase  the  throng1, 
To    hear    of    saving    grace    from    kind    Hierophaiu's 

tongue: 

For  lio;ht  of  love  unsmothered  in  his  breast, 
( tlowed  in  warm  words  which  made  the  poorest  blest. 
Unlike  rich  diamonds  bathed  in  radiant  light. 
While  cold  as  stars  which  beautify  the  night ; 
But  rapture  kindling  words,  like  spring's  most  fervent 

song, 

Which    give    new    light    to    hope    and    stimulate    the 
young. 


(41  ) 
IV. 

What  tongue  can  tell  the  pleasing  power 
Man  feels  in  worshipping  an  hour? 
Where  all  that's  lovely  in  the  human  form, 
Divinely  gathered  from  the  storm, 
And    graced    with    heavenly    smiles,    God's    summer 

blessings  prove  ; 

While  holy  thankfulness  in  praise  ascends, 
As  ripe  humility  devoutly  bends, 
And  soft  contrition's  heart,  and  melting  eye 
Turns,  meekly  sad,  to  the  inviting  sky: 
For  all  the  sacred  joys  which  bless  the  throng  above, 
Still  flourish  in   His  church,    scarce  further  from  His 
love. 


V. 


This  said  he  drew  with  truthful  skill 
The  loathesome  character  of  ill, 
And  pictured  to  the  anxious  mind 
Poor  fallen  nature  vile  and  blind  : 
So  true  the  image  rose  to  view  as  he  portrayed, 
Each  heart  believing  put  it  far  away 
In  heathen  lands  unknown  to  gospel  day  ; 
Where  superstition  rules  the  human  heart, 
And  degradation  finds  a  ready  mart ; 
Till  pity  seemed  to  rise,  to  lend  its  dewy  aid, 
To  wash   away  deep    stains    unnumbered  crimes  had 
made. 


(42) 
VI. 


\Vhi!o  yet  pale  Reason's  glimmering  light 
Scarce   lialf  revealed  the  odious  siirht  ; 
Yet  Irj  the  canvass  touclied  till  with  surprise 
Proud  learning  stood  before  their  eyes, 
Bedaubed   with  vices   fuiil,  of  darkest   Stygian   dye. 
Till  detestation  moved  the   loathing  breast; 
Which  turned  disgu- :fui    from   what  all  detest. 
And  still  ho  labored  on  with  art  and  power  divine 
fie   finished    nai n re — lhsli;oned   every  line, 
When  lo!   each  likeness  stood   before  each  inward  eye 
Mac!)    (bit   its  truth,  declaring :   Lord,   it's  I.  it's   i. 


VII. 


(  >h!   could  each   r;i;id   but  flee   from   shame, 
And    far  from  conscience's  voice   of  blame. 
<  'oiiiil   memory   lose   her  potent   spell 
To   paint    vile   scenes    in   shades   of  bell. 
Then   o'er  the   hideous  mr.ss   he  moral  drapery  threv,1 
And  gay  refinement   graced  the   polished  scene; 
Hut   left   disquietude   to   irnaw   within, 
Then   honor  came,  with   garlands  in  her  hands 
To  crown   the   greatest   criminal  who  stands. 
And  boasts  of  pleasures   felt,  his  spirit   never  knew, 
fjut  when  vile  passions  ruled  and  virtue  from  him  flew 


(43) 
VIIL 


Yet  still  the  changing  canvass  sho\vs, 
Amid  earth's  wretchedness  and  AVOCS  : 
Beside  refinement's  favored  one, 
And  all  that  skill  or  valor  AVOIV — 
An  august  stranger  stood,  to  earth  and  heaven  allied, 
Whose  graceful  form  enwrapped  in  matchless  white? 
V.  ith  beauty  beaming,  raA'ishmg  the  sight ; 
Beside  Avhose  glory,  all  that  men  esteem 
Soon  fades,  like  midnight's  pleasant  broken  dream, 
And  from  AA'hose  beckoning  arm  His  A^esture  fell  aside. 
Which    showed    redemption's    Avound    red-lipped    and. 
gaping  Avide. 


IX. 


Whose  hand  noAV  spread  a  flowing  robe, 
Heaven  fashioned,  Avide  to  fit  the   globe, 
Its  texture  fine  obedience  Avove 
And  finished  by  his  dying  love — 
lie  smiled  such  sweetness  o'er  mind's  unexampled  fate. 
That  Hope  looked  up,  and  Fear  from  vision  fled. 
As  shadoAvs  hide  beneath  vain,  mortal's  tread  ; 
Then  Faith  stept  forth,  like  bride  to  nuptial  bands, 
And  took  the  Avedding  garb  from  Christ's  oAvn  hands. 
Thus  all  the  soul  is  raised  from  her  dark  sinful  state. 
And  filled  Avith  light  and  joy  unutterably  great- 


(44) 
X. 

Oh  !  sing  aloud  the  bridal  strain ; 
Repeat  the  mystic  joy  acrain  ; 
Let  angels  join  the  blissful  song, 
And  spread  your  transports  through  their  throng  ; 
And  sainted  parents  choir  their  children's  quick  return: 
For  holy  spirits  catch  the  faintest  tone 
Of  God's  redeeming  love  from  lips  of  man. 
Thus  the  full  prcan  of  the  lofty  skies, 
Swells  from  a  note  deep  penitancc  supplies, 
And    weeping    mortals    sound    the    key    to    t-ridles? 

praise. 

Lot  every  moment  tell  where  brightest  seraphs  burn. 
That  thousands  haste  to  God,    and  evil  habits  spurn. 

Live  wondrous  fair,  and  goodness  wear  ; 

The  royal  robe  of  heaven. 
Its  virtue  bright  begemmed   with  light, 

By   Jesus    freely  given. 

Your  noble  birth,  lifts  you  o'er  earth  : 

Which   vests  you   in   her  clay, — 
By  faith  you  rise  to  other  skies, 

Than  that  which  hours  the  day. 

Where  you  in  beams  of  love  that  streams 

Felicity  to  man. 
Live  in  the  bla/e — glow  with  the  grace — 

That  lights  life's   mortal  span. 


(45) 

And  may  you  all,  like  earthly  ball, 

Ever  circle  round  your  home; 
Each  in  the  sphere  Heaven's  marked  out  here, 

Nor  from  your  duty  roam, 

Till  Time  divine  has  crossed  the  line 

Dividing  earth  from  heaven, 
Bears  all  above,  where  life  is  love, 

And  happiness  is  given. 

And  redeemed  souls,  step  heaven's  wide  poles, 

Where  varied  joys  eternal  grow, 
Clothed  in  pure  white  unstained  by  night, 

And  harvest  pleasure  as  they  go. 


XI. 


The  influence  of  saving  grace, 
To  living  waters  is  compared — 
Obliterates  the  darkest  trace 
Of  odious  guilt,  all  men  have  shared, 
Although  sins  crimson  dye,  unwept,  indellibly  remained. 
The  fountain,,  whence  this  efficacy  flows, 
Was  opened  first,  on  rugged  Calvary, 
And  Jesu's  wounds,  to  longing  faith,  disclose 
The  copious  purging  streams,   forever  free 
For  beggar  penitents,  howe'er  bow'd  down  and  stained, 
Whate'er  their   age,   or  clime,   or   in  what   language 
named. 
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(4ft) 
XII. 


Oh!  come  and  drink,  God's  spirit  cries, 
Whose  thrilling  accents  pierce  the  soul, 
Bids  conscience  waken  quickly — rise 
And  taste  the  wave  which  makes  you  whole : 
Its  panacean  power  can  all  your  nature  heal; 
The  joyous  church  reiterates  the  sound, 
Oh  !  come.     Why  still  delay?     Health's  joy  receive. 
Now  straight  obey,  nor  wander  folly's  round. 
And  toiling  mourn  thy  lot,  still  tumbling  leave, 
Mercy's  sweet  flowing  stream  pursuing  at  thy  heel. 
Oh !  stay  thy  devious  step  and  all  its  virtues  feel. 


XIII. 


Oh!  come  and  drink — why  sickening  thirst? 
When  life's  pure  river  follows  near. 
Why  lino-er  still?     Come  on!     Be  first 

t" 

To  drink  and  live  on  heavenly  cheer, 
Expostulation  hear,  no  longer  hesitate. 

You  are  not  last  but,  crowding,  further  go 
In  haste,  to  scanty  pools  of  creature-good; 
And  anxious  drink,  but  still  the  painful   glow 
Of  fiery  thirst,  fresh  Avakens  unsubdued: 
This  is  salvation's  day ;  'tis  dangerous  to  wait, 
To-morrow's  early  dawn  may  close  up  Mercy's  gate. 


(47) 
XIV. 


We  cannot  come  till  grace  shall  draw 
Our  stubborn  wills  by  cords  of  love, 
Man's  might  is  vain,  weak,  like  the  law, 
Till  God  send  pardon  from  above. 
These  Antinomian  opiates  lull  the  soul 
To  rest  on  painted  feathers  for  repose, 
And  grasp  infatuation  as  a  friend ; 
While  fair  delusion  gilds  impending  woes, 
Like  golden  clouds  which  fascinate  the  mind, 
But  hide  dark  visaged  storms,  impatient  of  control, 
Which  wildly  leap  to  earth  and  quench  life's  glowing 
coal, 


XV. 


Dare  you  aver  God  has  not  called 
You  by  His  spirit  loud  and  long, 
While   folly  secretly  enthralled 
Your  best  affections  with  her  song 
In  ruin's  snare,  like  unsuspecting  bird  decoyed 
-•  By  kindred  voice  and  plume,  from  freedom's  range 
To  narrow  cage  confined,  with  ample  power 
Of  song,  with  wing  to  soar ;  but  not  exchange 
Her  cell,  till  some  kind  hand  throw  wide  its  door, 
And  lights  the  azure  way  where  liberty  's  enjoyed, 
By  watchful  prisoner  immediately  employed. 


(48) 
XVI. 


Ask  Reason  if  a  hand  Divine 
Has  not  thrown  wide  the  gates  of  sin  ? 
Then  why  should  prejudice  confine 
The  noble  spirit  bound  within? 
Is  man  more  kind,  Oh,  say  to  unsuspecting  bird 
Whose  life  he  cannot  give,  nor  yet  restore 
Its  sight,  or  wing,  or  Avarbling  strain, 
Than  God  who  made  the  mighty  mind  to  soar 
And  sigh  for  freedom  when  in  bondage's  chain  ? 
Oh  no !  wise  instinct  flies  when  prison  is  unbarred, 
But    Reason    proudly    doubts    and    murmurs    at    her 
Lord. 


XVII. 


Dull  lethargy  now  felt  aroused 
From  sophisms  which  long  amused, 
Who  upward  turned  his  languid  eye 
To  opening  beauties  in  the  sky ; 
For  all  that  gladness  wakes,  or  guilty  sadness  fears, 
Had  eloquently  passed  before  the  view, 
And  sweet  young  feelings  heavenward  drew ; 
For  he  had  borne  the  happy  mind  away 
Through  scenes  of  love  immeasurable  day, 
Where  like  a  spirit  strong,  from  lofty  blissful  spheres, 
He  poured  the  strains  of  love :  the  melody  which  cheers. 


(49) 
XVIII. 


But  not  in  borrowed  plumes,  he  deigned  to  rise, 
By  slow  gyrations  dazzlingly  wise, 
Or  loaded  pinion  evidently  sore, 
With  tethered  learning  long  forbid  to  soar ; 
But  tutored  by  the  inward  power  of  early  grace 
His  learning  seemed  an  atmosphere  of  light, 
Affording  strength  to  carol  in  delight, 
So  whether  he  some  lofty  anthem  sings, 
Or  precious  fruits  from  mental  Eschol  brings, 
Or  points  the   sacred  path,  or  urges   heavenly  race, 
A  cheerfulness  is  felt  that  sorrow  cannot  chase. 


XIX. 


From  exhortation  turn  to  Reason's  ray, 
It  first  was  lighted  at  eternal  day. 
You  boast  her  power  all  truth  to  tell, 
You  own  her  power  to  rule  you  well ; 
And  yet  you  run  secure   in  error's  dangerous  road 
Unreasonably  swift,  as  if  'twere  best 
To  wander  from  her  ever  seeking  rest, 
Thus  actions  loudly  your  fair  words  belie, 
Or  else  your  words  some  deep  deception  try: 
Thus  contradictions  fight — recriminations  goad 
Philosophy's    great    dupe,    whose    reason    brightly 
glowed. 
5* 


(50) 
XX. 


When  Reason  first  her  power  displayed, 
With  Revelation  as  her  aid, 
Ere  Passion  had  obscured  her  eye, 
Or  Falsehood  dared  her  strength  to  try, 
You  might  have  claimed    her   as  your  sure  unerring 

guide  ; 

For  foul  example  had  not  led  to  sin, 
The  mind  all  praise  and  purity  within, 
Or  circumstance's  moulding  tyrant  hand 
Ruled  human  destinies  with   potent  wand, 
Or  young  Philosophy  the  fatal  mystery  tried, 
Whose  gloomy  horrors  still  man's  foolish  reason  chide. 


XXI. 


If  arguments  a  priori 
Oft  times  elude  the  sages  eye, 
Stretch  out  your  reasoning's  subtle  chain, 
And  a  posteriori  gain: 

Trace  back  again  effect  to  cause,  as  travelers  try 
Some  mighty  river's  source  just  to  explore, 
While  we  proceed  causes  inferior, 
As  tributary  streams  diminished  grow 
Yield  magnitude  and  number  until  we  go 
Zigzag  to  bursting  fount  from  Rock  of  Ages,  high 
Established  in  the  bosom  of  eternity. 


(51  ) 


Yes,     Je  -  BUS      Btands  the     Rock     of          A     -     gos, 


In    whom   I       trust      for  ever  -  y     good ;    A  -  like  when 


— -— ^ — 


m 


pain  -  ful     trou  -  bio        ra  •  ges,      Or       tran  -  quil    smiles  bright 


-p-f: — -Pr 


: 


i 


pleasure's    flood,  Or       tran  -  quil  smiles  bright     pleasure's   flood. 


?! 


(52) 

Sublime   He  stands  'mid  vast  duration, 

Eternal  glory  lights  His  brow, 
E'en  Time's  long  line  His  deep  foundation, 

No,  never  can  record  to  view. 

When  folly  launched  me  from  His  shelter 

Into  gay  fashion's  crowded  tide, 
By  passion  piloted  at  venture, 

And  spread  anticipation  wide. 

Amid  youth's  smiles  and  zephyr  praises 

I  glided  far  o'er  error's  Avave  ; 
Where  danger  lurks,   while  pleasure  blazes, 

Lilce  sunken  rocks  that  wreck  the  brave. 

When  sickness  raised  a  storm  of  feeling, 

Which  roused  dull  conscience  from  her  rest, 

And  cold  Despondency  was  stealing 

Hope's  fading  comforts,  from  my  breast, 

I  struggled  hard  with  disappointment, 
And  suffering  sank  me  to  despair, 

My  agonizing  heart,  most  fervent 

Shrieked  forth,  to  graciotis  heaven,  a  prayer. 

More  quick  than  tempest  came  assistance, 
Ere  echo  mouthed  the   prayer  again, 

To  tell  the  Rock  was  at  short  distance, 
And  gladness  banished  fear  and  pain. 


(53) 

Faith  points  my  vision  to  the  summit, 
Where  contemplation  loves  to  go 

And  drink,  immortal  gladness,  from  it, 
Oft  cheering  my  sojourn  below. 

How  grand's  the  scene  when  heaven's  first 
beaming 

Shines  on  dark  nature  from  on  high  ? 
How  rich  the  bliss  when  joy  is  streaming 

From  wonder's  gazing  upturned  eye. 


Thrice  welcome  Hierophant,  the  church  thou  hast  planted  Rejoices  sin- 


cerely  thy  teachings  to      hear,  Like  nature  all  lovety-  when  spring  time 


granted,  She  smiles  in  lit- r  blossoms  the  fruits  of  the  year ;  So  hope  lives  on 


l^_ tl_ L(_i_L. LT_L_L_LI ,_L±^t_ 


f 

;  romise  wliiie  virtue  fhall  grow,  And  ripoued  experience  no  winter  shall  kcoir. 


(55) 

In  sinfulness  rooted  and  shaded  by  folly ; 

Unwaterecl  by  graces,  we  grew  up  in  wrong1, 
And  dra\vn  by  example  from  all  that  was  holy ; 

We  lived  but  for  earth,  and  exist  in  its  throng, 
As  the  axe  of  God's  judgments  lay  sharp  at  our  foot. 
For  justice  to  fell  its  ;  when  vices  should  shoot. 


Then,   then  thou    didst   find    us  in  wildness  and  dan 
ger, 

And  grafted  us  soon  in  the  garden  of  grace, 
Thus  saved  from  the  stroke  of  the  ready  avenger, 

We  flourish  in  holiness,  love,  joy  and  peace  ; 
These  fruits  of  the  Spirit  the  Savior  loves  most, 
And  believers  who  bear  them  can  never  be  lost. 


When  the    blasts    of   destruction    our    firmness  would 

threaten, 

Or  care  and  temptation  our  spirits  would  bend  ; 
Thou    furnished    some    doctrine    our    weakness    to 

strengthen, 

Some  promise  to  establish  our  wavering  mind : 
By  thy  toils  and    skilled    trainings    our    nature  "im 
proved, 
Still  growing  to  heaven  till  fit  to  be  moved, 


(56) 


TO  MR.  MATTHEW  MTNTOSH. 

Friend  of  the  Muse,  I  fain  would  know, 
What  first  inspired  thy  head  ; 

What  caus'd  thy  thoughts  to  overflow, 
Or  hope  that  onward  led, 

To  thus  display  with  magic  skill 

The  lofty  ramblings  of  thy  will : 

To  paint  with  colors  bright  and  true, 

So  many  varied  scenes, 
The  earth  and  all — the  sky  of  blue, 

Or  youth  just  in  its  teens  ? 
WTas  it  the  odd  ness  of  thy  mind 
That's  made  thee  eulogise  each  kind. 

To  lead  the  mind  beyond  our  sphere, 

To  realms  far  off,  on  high, 
And  make  most  distant  things  appear 

As  view'd  with  naked  eye  ; 
To  clothe  with  language  sweet,  sublime, 
The  actions  in  another  clime. 


( 


There's  nought  seems  to  have  pass'd  thy  gaze, 
But  what  's  call'd  forth  a  sons'  — 

O 

Men,  manners,  things  in  varied  ways  — 

Love,  hope,  or  fancied  wrong  — 
All  have  employ  'd  thy  fruitful  brain  ; 
They  come  to  thee  in  music's  strain. 

Come,  tell  a  youth  who  anxious  feels 

To  learn  of  older  men, 
Why  o'er  the  mind  such  beauty  steals, 

As  written  by  thy  pen, 
For  I  would  fain  the  path  pursue 
That  gives  to  mortals  such  a  view.  J.  W. 

From  the  Pittsburgh  Museum. 


(58) 


ANSWER  TO  J.  W.'s  IXaUIRY. 

Across  the  gory  field  where  valor  treads, 
Dame  Clotho  dimly  marked  my  infant  way, 

And  proud  ambition  oft  his  thousands  leads, 
To  bask  in  glory's  distant  dubious  ray  ; 

But  as  Lachesis  nursed,  and  turned  her  busy  wheel. 

I  fell  from  off  her  knee,   which  did  my   fortune  seal. 

When  thus  alarmed,  I  caught  the  moving  thread, 
Which  broke  my  hasting  passage  to  the  tomb, 

Tartarian  darkness  now  my  being  hid 

From  learning's  beam,  in  labyrinth's  of  q-loom; 

Immured,  I  early  toiled  far  lower  than  the  q-rave, 

To  earn  black  scanty  bread,  my  worthless  life  to  save. 

When  slow  misfortune  gave  short  rest  to  toil, 
And  sleep  my  cares  behind  his  short  winsjs  hid, 

I  dreamed  the  Nine  bent  on  me  such  a  smile, 
As  ne'er  before  had  lifted  vision's  lid; 

And  led  me  forth  to  drink  the  still  remembered  fount. 

Which  stole  thro'  veins  of  earth  from  proud  Parnas 
sus'  mount. 


(59) 

And  as  I  drank,  my  fancy's  strengthened  wing 
Began  to  move  beyond  this  narrow  sphere, 

And  bear  me  upward  where  blest  natures  sing 
Sweet  tones  that  live  immortal  in  my  ear ; 

And  in  their  wonderous  light,   such  beauteous  scenes 
I  saw, 

I  rapturous  woke  to  sing,  and  paint  what  angels  draw. 


And  thus  I  learn'd  to  pitch  my  ready  lays 
'Bove  croaking  discontent,  and  envy's  growl ; 

For  happy  minds  delight   in  virtue's  praise, 

When  rightly  touch'd,  like  harp's  harmonic  soul, 

Or  like  bright  flowers  that  bloom  on  hill,  or  grateful 
mead, 

Send  fragrant  incense  forth  to  bless  your  gentle  tread. 

And  I  have  drank  from  deep  Pierian  well, 
Unnoticed  long  by  all  of  mortal  eyes  ; 

And  there  my  soul  found  aid,  from  truth's  blest  spell, 
To  dip  her  words  in  heaven's  unfading  dyes  ; 

And  still  I  ask  that  aid — my  ardent  spirit  glows 

To  light  obscured  worth,  and  banish  shades  of  woes. 


Inquiring  youth,  behold !  yon  lofty  hill 

That  rises  first  to  glow  in  morning's  light, 

Or  quaffs  the  storm  to  bless   the  laughing  rill, 
And  smiles  benignant  on  approaching  night : 

Like  it,  arise  to  knowledge,  fame — or  smile  at  scorn — 

For,  know,  in  lofty  aims  is,  noblest  actions,  born. 


(60) 


HOG-KILLING. 

Now  comes  the  season  of  the  year. 
When  man  his  bacon  must  prepare. 
And  plenty  bids  him  without  fear 

To  use  the   knife  ; 
For  recompense  of  constant  care 

Is  dumb   brutes'  life. 

My  pigs  have  grown  so  lazy  fat, 
They're  pictures  worth  the  looking  at, 
"Which  prompt  the  cheerful  family  chat 

And  thankful    grace  ; 
For  pork  and  want  have  seldom  sat 

In  the  same  place. 

Go,  tell  my  friends,  to-morrow  morn 
I'll  kill  my  hogs  to  save  my  corn, 
And  yield  me  joy  'midst  winter's  scorn 

Be  smart  and  run, 
For  blyther  neighbors  ne'er  were  born, 

Nor  held  a  gun. 


(61  ) 

The  cloudy  morn  brought  with  it  rain, 
As  if  to  clean  the  bloody  stain, 
From  ofi'  the  carcase  newly  slain, 

That  struggling  lay 
And  breath'd  for  lii'e  ;  though  death  with  pain 

Found  a  new  Avav. 


The  largest  tub  fix'd  on  its  side, 
L>  with  hot  water  well  supplied  : 
While  flows  the  warm  and  purple  tide 

From  Grunt's  fat  throat. 
And  fills  the  long  black  pudding's  pride, 

As  it  were  nought. 


With  new  ground  knives  the  cleaner's  start, 
And  all  their  butch'ring  skill  exert, 
To  make  the  mud-hole  loafer  smart, 

To  please  the  eye  ; 
Whose  hinder  legs  with  sticks  they  pan, 

To  hanir  him  by. 


And  while  red  hands  are  busy  yet, 
Converse  appears  each   mind  to  whet 
For  sly  remark  and  stroke  of  wit, 

And  earnest  blame, 
Which  may  some  growing  folly  hit, 

Its  strength  to  maim, 
6* 


(62) 

Sylvester  says — "The  law  divine 
Forbids  vain  man  to  kill  and  dine 
Upon  the  filthy  groveling  swine, 

It  must  be  wrong, 
Tho'  e'er  so  large,  and  fat,  and  fine, 

To  feast  upon. 


When  Legion  found  him  in  the  lurch, 
Because  the  Saviour  bid  him  march 
From  human  breast,  and  quickly  search 

Some  viler  place — 
He  chose  the  swine — for  such  a  church 

Became  disgrace. 


Thus  Beelzebub  had  a  gallant 

Down  the  steep  hill — for  breath  they  pant. 

And  run  and  screnn  a  hellish  chant, 

Till  in  the  sea, 
With  water  choak'd,  they  cease  to  rant 

Ho^'  harmony." 


Facetus  said — "With  half  an  eye, 

A  better  reason  I  can  spy, 

That  God  should  to  the  Jews  deny 

The  meat  of  swine, 
And  praying  devils  vainly  try 

To  'scape  the  brine. 


(63) 

The  reason  why  God  did  refuse 
Hogs  to  be  eaten  by  the  Jews, 
Is,  they  were  locomotive  ploughs 

To  turn  the  soil, 
Before  His  people  need  to  use 

A  spade   in  toil. 


Now  showers  of  manna  are  not  given, 
Xor  quails  to  make  man  easy  living, 
Who  now,  by  want  is   lash'd  and  driven, 

To  sweat  for  bread 
On  land,  the  tyrant  law  has  riven 

From  God's  own  seed. 


The  Gaderencs  were  sore  afraid, 

When  they  beheld  their  swine  for  trade, 

Vehicles  for  vile  demons  made, 

And  greasy  tombs, 
Each  quickly  to  the  Jake  convey'd 

Its  load,  and  drowns. 


The  Gaderencs  desired  the  most 

That  Jesus  soon  should  leave  their  coast ; 

But  Christian  judgments  loudly  boast 

Such  vile  outrage 
Against  the  laws  of  man  and  ghost 

Death  must  assuage. 


Should  Jesus  touch  our  vested  rights, 
As  He  did  hogs  and  demon  sprites — 
The  iron  law,  which  oft  indicts 

Men  right  and  wrong, 
'Would  soon  put  out  his  precious  lights 
By  hemp  spun  strong." 


Then  Porcus  wip'd  his  smoke-house  mouth, 
And  stop'd  the  tide  spoil'd   hy  the  south, 
And  lick'd  his  lips,  to  speak  the  truth, 

From  nasty  juice — 
He'd  chcw'd  the  weed  made  cud  from  youth 

Which  hoys  refuse. 


Said  he,  "  The  bliss  which  hogs  disclose, 
Is  clearest  seen  on   night's   dark  hrows, 
When  lard-oil  light  all  hrilliant  throws 

O'er  path  and  room, 
And  from  the  pan  it  greets  the  nose, 

Singing  perfume. 


Cord\vaincrs,  hog's  strong  hristles  use, 

When  they  make  good  warm  hoots  and  shocs- 

The  hair  brush  from  his  old  coat   grows, 

To  make  us  clean  ; 
While  air-tight  bladders  others  choose, 

To  keep  chink  in. 


(65) 

Most  people  deem  it  a  great  treat 

To  feast  tliem  on  pig's  well-cook'd  feet, 

Or  liog's-head  cheese  or  sausage  meat, 

When  Jenny's  smile 
And  toil  has  made  the  mixture  SAveet, 

In  her  best  style. 


Grave  Doctors  say  fat  is  disease  ; 

Yet  church  and  state  wish  its  increase  ; 

For  where  fat  is,  the  lean  will  please 

The  palate  well  ; 
And  every  tongue  will  ask  a  piece 

To  taste,  or  smell," 


"Friends,"  Major  said,  "forbear  dispute, 
Hog  must  be  good  from  ham  to  snout — 
The  Scriptures  say  it.  Why  then  doubt 

God's  creatures   good 
To  thankful  lip  and  heart  devout, 

For  human  food. 


Nor  comes  the  priest,  on  tithes  intent, 
Who  cares  not  for  the  load  of  rent, 
Nor  how  the  yearly  toil  is  spent, 

To  raise  a  crop, 
Or  how  the  children  naked  went, 

And  shoeless  hop. 


(  66) 

No  tyrant  church,  with  cumbrous  load, 

Finds  in  our  land  a  rich  abode ; 

Whose  priests  must  coach  .the  narrow  road, 

And  love  to  feed 
On  all  the  fruits  which  man  has  growed, 

With  beastly  greed. 


Woes  blight  the  land  when  virtue's  fence 
Is  nourish'd  at  such  vast  expense ; 
And  briers  grow  so  strong  and  dense, 

That  helpless  sheep 
Are  torn  and  robb'd  by  the  defence. 

Till  poor  and  cheap." 


Then  Agricola  came  in   ha*te, 

And  said — "  'Tis  time  that  you  should  taste 

The  bounty  which  your  toil  has  placed 

Within  our  reach  : 
Come  on,  more  words  your  time  would  waste 

Let  stomachs  preach.'' 


Abundance  rcek'd  upon  the  board. 
As   thanks  rose  fragrant  to  the  Lord  ; 
Then  knives  and  forks  with  one  accord 

Made  pleasing  din, 
While  fowls,  and  fruits,  and  pork,  restored 

Content  within. 


(67) 

The  business  of  the  day  thus  done, 
With  early  setting,  cheerful  sun ; 
Restraint  is  loosed  from  youthful  fun, 

Guileless  and  free  ; 
And  age  forgets  a  while  to  shun 

The  revelry. 


In  tune,  and  story,  and  in  dance, 
Which,  make  both  soul  and  body  prance  ; 
Hence  sorrow  flies  before   the  glance 

Of  Friendship's  eye  ; 
For  love,  and  joy,  and  peace  advance, 

While  he  is  niirh. 


(68) 


SHARPSBURGH. 


Behold  !  how  pleasant  Sharpsburgh  stands 

Between  two  shining  rivers  ; 
The  one  was  made  by  mortal  hands, 

And  locks  secure  its  treasures. 
The  other  long  has  run  a  race 

Down  the  green  race,  with  Time, 
Where  Art  its  virtues  did  embrace, 

A.nd  taught  it  how  to  climb.* 
The  ferry  crossing  o'er  this  stream, 

No   paddle-wheel   can  show, 
Nor  sail,  nor  oar,  nor  scalding  steam, 

To  make  the  vessel  go ; 
But  by  a  secret  power  it  hies, 

Across  the  flowing   flood, 
When  wonder  sees,   with  curious  eyes, 

It  's  cabled   in  a  cloud. 
The  clanking  hammer  of  the  mill 

Has  banished  solitude, 
And  guides  the  movements  of  the  skill 

That  labors  in  a  crowd. 

*  Alluding  to  the  Pittsburgh  Water  Works. 


(  69  ) 

And  thus,  by  strong  Invention's  hand, 

Incessant  good  appears  ; 
And  he,  who  asks  progress  to  stand, 

Shows  folly's  idle  fears. 
This  infant  village  gains  respect 

From  all  who  quiet  seek, 
Or  do  regale  their  intellect 

With  prospect's  pleasant  freak ; 
Which  spreads  afar,  Avhen  on  the  hill, 

And  cheers  their  thirsty  sight, 
Who  from  its  summit  drink  at  will, 

And  revel  in  delight. 
Tile  raging  passions  reign  not  there, 

Xor  trespass  nattire's  law ; 
But  feelings,  freed  from  sordid  care, 

Abundant  blessings  draw. 
And  beauty  there  with  graceful  tread, 

Beneficent  and  kind, 
Displays  the  goodness  of  her  head, 

By  words  from  stored  mind. 
Man  need  not  there  so  dearly  pay, 

To  be  close  wedged  in, 
As  in  the  city,  where  the  ray 

Of  heavenly  light  is  dim. 
A  peaceful   home  each   may  procure, 

Where  rosy  health  is  seen ; 
And  toil  can  spend  a  cheerful  hour 

In  summer,  on  the  green. 


(70) 


SOLILOQUY  OF  COLUMBUS 

BEFORE    HE   SAILED  ON    HIS    FIRST  VOYAGE    OF  DISCOVERV 

Where   lavVt  thou,  Ocean,  en  some  distant  shore. 

Or,  art  tliou  to  eternity  the  door? 

Through  \vliifli  brave  spirits  enter  endless  re>t. 

Where   Sol  ne'er  smile*  upi  n  thy  boundless  breast, 

Or  the  proud  tempest  plays   itself  to  sleep 

Upon  theo,  vast  unfathomable  deep. 

(  >h  say  did   time  e'er  trv   thy  bounds  to  ^^e, 

Or  mortals  westward  hear  thy  breakers   iv.^e  ? 

<'ome   now,  some  spirit  on   the  swelling  breeze, 


Oh  tell   if  eye   e'er  saw  thy   j'urthe>t    briid;. 
And   when   1  venture   .-hall  fcrever  sink  .' 

Oft   have   I  viewed   the   (^cean  kiss  the  skies 
And  thf'ULrht.  it  would  be   ^rand   in  bliss   to  rise 
On   its  bright  path,  where  pain   from   envy's  tun 
Nor  scorning  pride1,  nor  eold  neglect  can  crane: 
For  disappointment   en  in  a   lieaveiily  M'reath, 
And  like  Elijah  feel  no  pan^  of  death. 


) 


I  give  myself  to  Thee  most  mighty  God 
Who  mad'st  all  space  where  men  and  angels  trod, 
Where  fairy  fancy  opens  up  new  scenes, 
Or  lingers  en  the  floAvery  lap  of  dreams: 
Where  darkness  frowns  amidst  the  tempest's  sneer, 
Or  light  refulgent  shines  without  a  peer. 
And  should  I  find  no  land  beyond  the  sen. 
Oh  let  me  find  still  greater  bliss  in  Thee  ; 
So  shall  the  winds  that  speed   our  fragile  barks, 
Bring  Thee  our  praise,  best  incense  of  our  hearts. 


(72) 


TEIE  MUTINEERS'  ADDRESS 

TO    COLUMBUS    WHEN  THEY  DESIRED  TO  RETURN    HOME. 

Compar'd  is  Ocean  to  our  longest  line, 

As  vast  eternitv  to  transient  time  ; 

No  prospect  no\v,  our  compass  guide  is  dead. 

And  the  bold  wind  lias  fled  in  silent  dread. 

Our  hopes  in  gloom  will   how  no  further  L'V.. 

Haste  from  the  verge  of  wretchedness  and  wo; 

Here  we  must  lie,  still  tortured  with  suspense, 

Till  thirst  and  famine  please  to  hear  us  hence. 

Is  this  the  path  to  honor,  ease,  and  fame, 

To  riches  more  than  lies,   can  name, 

And  beauty's  smiles  ?  no,  to  horrid   death. 

To  hell  itself,   we   feel   its  burning  breath, 

~\Ve   hear  the  wrathful  deamons  nightly  play, 

And  brandish  lightning  over  us  their  prey. 

Their  voice   is  thunder  hoarse  and  wakes    our  fear. 

Had  it  been  nature  she  had  shed  a  tear 

And  cool'd  at  once  the  anger  smitten  air, 

To  soothe  the  anguish  of  our  painful  care  : 

Distress  now  fills  her  largest  nausious  cup, 

And  Ocean  drinks  our  crazy  vessels  up. 


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And  shall  black  horror  wake  us  to  alarms  ? 
Or  huge  destruction  hugs  us  in  his  arms  ? 
While  we  shall  speed'ly  and  forever  sink, 
And  far  from  thoughts  of  pleasure  shrieking  shrink 
No,  we'll  return  to  wives  and  children — home, 
There  pleasures  live  and  hopes  still  bloom. 
No  more  shall  balmy  promise  guide  our  oar, 
Till  we  return  to  train  our  natal  shore. 


CONTENTMENT. 


S\veet  contentment,  let  me  rest    . 

My  weary  head  upon  thy  breast ; 

Downy  pillows,  iron  be, 

When  they  are  compared  with  thee  ; 

Thou  art  nurse  of  happiness, 

Oh  how  sweet  is  thy  caress. 


THE  FIRST  FOURTH  OF  JULY  AFTER  THE 
TREATY  OF  PEACE. 

As  Sol,  Avii.li  smiles,  gilds  yonder  mountain's  brow. 
And  drinks  with  rapture  morning's  early  dev/: 
So  jovous  peace,  does  kiss  tlie  matron's  tears. 
Inspiring  hope,  to  dissipate  her  fears. 

Auspicious  day,  Aviih  endless   ylory  crowned  : 
Thy  radiant  aspect  spreads,  like  jny  around, 
Benevolent  and  good,  as   virtue   bright, 
(.'basing  the  darkness  of  tyrannic   niyht; 
Which  hung  so  long,  with  awful  terror  dress'd, 
When  scarce   one   ray  of  feeble   hope  caress'd 
<  )ur  ATia'rant  fears,  nor  soothed  the  anxious  breast. 
15m  war's  detestful  power,  Aviih  reckless  hand. 
Shed  brave  men's    blood,    and    stained    our    iruiltiess 

land  ; 

Hashed  the  best  blossoms  from  the  nation's  life, 
Whence  Avidows  grew  and  helpless  orphans  rife. 

All  hail !  sweet  morn  of  libertv,  thy  dawn 
Of  bliss,   from  earth,   can   never  lie  Avithdrawn. 
On  swiftest  Avings  our  ardent  Avishes  rise 
To  drink  thy  joy,  before  it  leaves  the  skies, 


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With  nectar  sweetened  ;   such  as  spirits  use 
In  heavenly  banquets,  when  they  hear  the  news 
i  >f  virtue's  triumphs,  o'er  the  scepter'd  power 
Which  blighted  earth,  and  fain  would  truth  deflower. 

Most  glorious  epoch  on  historic  page, 
Thee   good  men  love  in  ev'ry  land  and  age, — 
Point  to  the   States  with  lifted  outstretched  hand, 
And  say,  behold!   behold!  fair  Freedom's  land. 
Emerging  gaily  from  its  dark  profound, 
Where  famished  nations  haste,  for  plenty  there  is 

found. 

i  )ld  matrons  smiling  celebrate  thy  name, 
And  heroes  place  thee  highest   far  in  fame. 
Youna;  maidens  join  the  mighty  sounding  quire, 
And  raise  their  p;tan  strains  an  octave  higher. 
Thee,  poets  too,  have  sung,  in  strains  so  sweet 
That  guardian  anr;els  chant  them  when  they  meet, 


'  )]•  leading  vet'rans  to  their  heavenly  place. 

When  heroes  triumph  o'er  oppression's  sires, 
Th<jiv  glory  burns,  like  yon  celestial  fires  ; 
And  lie  who  leads  the  bright  galaxy  on, 
Is  heaven's  beloved  and  earth's  brave  Washington. 


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LINES  TO  . 

'Midst  beauty's   c'rd"   <l>.ou  shn.'est  forth  a   gem. 
As,  bright  as,  A  en  us  </u  night  s  diadem  ; 
Rising  the  lii's'i   t'i    gain  attention's   eye, 
< iood,   glorious   it:'!,   \vlicn   all    are   smiliir:   Lv. 
And   Avlieii    their   lustre    .-dial!    liuvo    ju'.SM'd    ;i\vav. 
lli-U'.i\vn  shall  lud  lliy   beauty  1  nv.rer  ^tav: 
Each   day   lull    lifts   th.ee   to  suhlinirr  height. 
']'o  c*'Urt   niv   luve  and   l)lt\<s  ni\*  ravished  siuht. 
.!••)',-   jxiints   t:>  thee   \\'i\]i   s\veet  iuid   loftv   ]'r;iise. 
And   languid   eyes  delijiht   on  tliee  to  i;-;;xe. 
N«>   cl"'.id   of  in. did1   can   thy   radiaiuv   dini  ; 
]-1nvv  ii'i'^-ts,  and  joins  the  choral   hymn. 
But" when  thy  excellence   I  nearer  view, 
(.)  !   then,  a  spell  of  bliiss,  so  sweet  and  new, 
Tells   my  wrapt  soul,  with  softer  pleasing  power. 
Heaven  only  could   have  sent  me  such  a  dower. 
While  time  shall  jrrant  my  heart  to  love  and   weep 
Enriched  my  memory  shall  thy   ima^e  keep. 
Like  yon  bright  orb  that  lights  the  azure  sky, 
Lov'd  for  thv  worth  when  distant  far  or  nijjh. 


AX  ELEGY  ON  THE  DEATH  OF  AN  AMIA 
BLE  YOUTH. 


Come,  Sorrow,  wake  the  mournful  strain, 
That  breathes  soft  sympathetic  pain, 
Though  all  my  grief  may  flow  in  vain 
For  him  I  loved  so  dearly. 

He  had  a  heart  to  good  inclined, 
A  vig'rous  and  expanding  mind, 
Conduct  in  him  delightful  shined 

Both  modest  and  attractive. 

Religion  led  him  in  the  path 
Which  saves  the  soul   from  future  Avrath, 
And  gave  him  joy  and  lively  faith 
To  aid  him  in  his  journey. 

Fair  Science  stretched  her  radiant  hand, 
And  showed  him  scenes,  -rich,  vast  and  grand, 
Which  he  would  eye,  and  rapturous  stand, 
Enlightened  and  exalted. 


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When  lie   had  paid  .stern  Nature's   dolt. 
Whose  laws  no  mortal  will  except, 
Both  youth  and  a^e   profusely  wept, 

And  mourned  his  death  sincerely 

E'en  fashion  stooped  to  mourn   his   fate, 


Friendship  s'iU  sees  and   feels  him  near. 
And  still  .his  music  Y'Mee  we   hear. 
Which  prompt  the  friend's  and  pa  rent's  tear, 
For  woith  so  carlv  faded. 


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TO  ALICIA. 


As  tliou  art  so  fair, 

Love  cannot  forbear 
In  tliy  praise,  to  awaken  his  rapturous  lay. 

Come  dearest  attend 

In  kindness,  rind  lend 

All  thy  virtues  and  charms  that  are  blooming 
'like  Mav. 


And  if  I  could  share, 

Naught  else  but  thy  care, 
No  swain  upon  earth  could  be  happier  than  I— 

For  then  I  could  aid 

Earth's  loveliest  maid, 
Ever  drinking  delight  from  the  light  of  thine  eye. 


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Such  a  privilege  as  this, 

Would  be   bountiful  bliss, 

That  the  mightiest  Monarch  might  wish  to  com 
mand, 

Amidst  the  parade 

Of  beauty  displayed, 
In  hope  of  thy  favor,  thy  heart  and  thy  hand. 

For  the  glow  of  thy  mind, 

With  words  sweet  and   kind, 
lias  bid  dull  reluctance  most  speedly  depart : 

And  now  I  confess, 

Thou  only  canst  bless 

And  cherish  with  smiles,  the  best  thoughts  of 
my  heart. 


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AN  APOSTROPHY  TO  PITY. 

ii  Have  pity  upon  me,  have  pity  upon  me,  O  ye  my 
friends."— JOB   19:21. 

Oh !  what  solemn  words  are  these  ; 
When  utter'd  by  the  voice  of  wo : 
They  weep  upon  the  plaintive  "breeze, 
They  wake  compassion  as  they  go. 
In  pity's  willing  ear  they  dwell, 
And  melt  her  soul  subduing  eye, 
Who  hastes  to  bless  the  wretches'  cell, 
Where'er  the  hapless  sufferers  lie. 
In  the  deep  dungeon  dank  and  dun 
Where  wretchedness  is  laid, 
And  ruin'd  life  does  dismal  groan, 
With  pangs  that  crimes  have  made. 
Her  kind  commiserative  hand, 
Is  stretch'd  to  their  relief, 
To  ease  the  prisoner's  galling  band, 
And  dry  the  tear  of  grief — 
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Beside  the  bed  where  sickness  moans, 

With  weakness,   pain,  or  fear, 

She  stands  and  views,  and  silent  owns 

Lank  misery  with  a  tear ; 

Which  warms  the  throbbing,  cooling  breast. 

And  ebbing  life  returns 

To  bless  the  form  that  it  carrest, 

And  now  so  softly  mourns. 

On  "yonder  couch  where  beauty  droop?, 

Bath'd  in  a  torrent  of  her  tears, 

Her  laboring  fancy  kneeling  stoops 

And"  clasps  her  child  in  death  most  drear. 

There  Pity  like  an  angel  bright, 

Does  sit  companion  of  the  dead, 

Dead  to  the  world  which  mourn   in  night. 

Since  mother  's  with  her  infant  fled. 

Oh  !  come  dull  sorrow's  tender  mail!, 

As  constant  Hend  on  me, 

And  when  disease  my  bed  has  made 

Thy  smile  then  let  me  see. 


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AN  APOSTROPHY  TO  DISEASE. 

Oh  !  softly  stay  disease, 

Cngrasp  thy  cruel  hand, 

And  let  the  rose  of  health 

On  blooming-  virtue  stand — 
Dost  thou  so  hate  the  joys  of  worth, 
To  nip  them  as  they  bloom  in  mirth. 

Must  thou  insatiate  lay, 

Some  victim  fit  thy  feet, 

Go  where  sweet  infants  play, 

Or  care-worn  mortals  weep — 
There  thou  may'st  fling  thy  fearless  dart, 
Or  feast  thee  on  the  grieving  heart. 

But  spare  young  Phebe  now ; 

Blight  not  her  hopes  divine 

Till  she  perform  her  vow 

Made  kneeling  at  the  shrine; 
Where  Hymen  show'd  vast  scenes  of  bliss 
And  fancy  gilded  promises. 


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THE  ABSENT  HUSBAND. 


No  longer  I'll  sigh  for  the  zephyr  is  breathing 
Spring's  virgin  odors  to  cheer  my  lone  breast, 
No  longer  I'll  sigh  for  the  winter  is  leaving 
The  vale  for  his  snow-covered  mountains  to  rest — 
And  the  sweet  rose  of  Sharon  delightfully  grows  • 
Where    the    brunette    Shenango    must    laughingly 
flows. 


She  's  not,  like  the  lofty  rose,  courting  the  gazes 
Of  careless  admirers,  who  pluck  as  they  pass, 
But  lovely  and  modest,  and  careless  of  praises, 
She  veils  her  rare  beauty,  which  none  can  surpass — 
And  when  I  am  near  she  unconsciously  throws 
A  charm  o'er  my  spirit,  the  bliss  of  repose. 


The  looks  of  my  Rosa,  all  blushing  and  blooming. 
The  feelings  of  friendship  ne'er  wounded  with  scorn 
And  whispers  to  hope  when  Affliction  is  glooming, 


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The  storm  must  Le  short  when  sweet  roses  are  born 
Thus  the  sweet  rose  of  Sharon  delightfully  grows, 
Where    the    brunette    Shenango    most    laughingly 
flows. 


She  's  the  rose  of  sweet    roses,    the  year's    gladdest 

season 

Smiles  soft  on  her  beauty  and  glows  in  her  eye, 
Wliila  words,  from  her .  ruby  lips,   glowing  with  rea 
son, 

Give  pleasure  to  earth  though  matured  in  the  sky. 
Soon  again  shall  I  hear  her  what  e'er  shall  oppose, 
No  more  to  leave  Sharon  while  Shenango  flows. 


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BY  INDUSTRY  WE  THRIVE. 

By  industry  we  thrive, 

Say  the  bees  of  the  hive, 
As  they  toil  in  the  hot  summer's  sun  ; 

From  the  humblest  sweet, 

Which  none  else  will  greet, 
We  gather  a  large  luscious  sum. 


The  rose's  bright  hue, 

Attracts  our  wing  too, 
And  we  joy  when  her  banquet  we  gain 

This  rich  queen  of  flowers 

We  claim  her  as  ours, 
And  her  nectar  we  gladly  obtain. 


From  the  bloom  of  the  thorn, 

Which  in  danger  is  born, 
By  courage  and  skill  we  receive 

From  its   beauty  we  kiss, 

The  nectar  we   wish, 
And  we  never  had  cause  yet  to  grieve. 


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If  man  would  but  use, 

And  not  so  abuse, 
His  powers  of  body  and  mind, 

lie  would  find  such  a  store 

Of  blessings  all  o'er, 
As  would  prove  that  his  maker  was  kind. 


But  the  idler  sees, 

In  the  rc.se  and  the   breeze, 

Nothing  but  pain  and  vile  labor  and  strife, 
And   hence  he  complain?, 
Of  his  wants  and  his  pains, 

And  fears  all  the  days  of  his  life. 


But  Duty  still  gr.cs, 

Whatever  wind  blows  ; 
Though  wet.  rough  or  smooth,  be  the  way 

Though  winding  and  steep, 

And  idle  drcnes  sleep, 
She  will  hasten  to  meet  the  short  day. 


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REMINISCENCES  OF  THE  PAST. 

I  love  the  careen  hills  AY  hi1  re  my  childhood  was  ended, 
And  manhood  commenced   too  its  /ii'/acr  career: 
"\Vherc  often  my  soul  on  bright  fancy's  wing  danced. 
And  soared  into  regions  of  thought  still  most  dear. 

And    IOYC  there  awakened   my  muse    fivni   her  s!un> 

bci-s; 

And  bade   her  entwine   fc  r  y  ung  beauty  a   wreath, 
While  music   delighted  to  trip  on  her  numbers, 
Till  extacy  trembled  in  meledv's  breath. 

It  was  there  my  sweet  Anna's  young  charms  in  full 

blossom 

I    YJewed,  and   my  soul  was   entranced   at   the  sight, 
As   softly   her  modest  beam,   fell   on   her  bosom, 
Surrounded   with   blushes,  inspinn;-;  dcb'^lit. 

Xo  lancrnacre  can  tell   half  the  rapturous   feeling 
That    thrilled    through    my    spirit    whene'er    she  wr.s 

niilh  ; 

Most  surely,  my  heart   said,  a  rich  chain  descending 
I  Ins  linked  her  affections  to  me  and   the  skies. 


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And  thus  lay  my  thoughts  on  a  summit  of  gladness, 
And  basked  in  felicity  purer  than  May, 
When  nature  all  joyous  forgetful  of  sadness, 
Spreads  forth  her  fair  blossoms  most  cheerfully  gay. 

My  prospects  shone  brighter  than  enchanted  vision 
E'er  ope'd  to  the  gaze  of  frail  mortal  before, 
While  from  the  expanse  all  of  sorrow  was  driven, 
My  tide  of  delight  seemed  devoid  of  a  shore. 

Then  time,  like  a  chariot,  prepared  by  my  Maker 
To  bear  me  triumphantly  on  to  my  wish, 
I  bade  him  haste  forward  to  where  I  should  take  her, 
To  be  my  companion,  and  drink  of  my  bliss. 

No  sorrow,  as  yet,  had  e'er  mingled  my  pleasure, 
A  bumper  all  sparkling,  delicious  and  bright  » 

Oft  filled  to  the  brim  from  the  nectarous  river 
Perennially  flowing  thruu<rh  fields  of  delight. 

And  the  path  of  the   future  untrod  by  experience, 
All  flowery  and  fragrant  before  me  arose, 
As  the  music  of  promise  breathed  tones  of  assurance, 
Of  honor,  and  pleasure,  and  certain  repose. 

The  warm  grasp  of   friendship,    I   dreamed  with   un- 

kindness 

Ne'er  pinched,  but  was  always  both  soft  and  sincere, 
Or    that    radiant    assurance    should    be    smitten    with 

blindness 
When  comfort  was  wanted  misfortune  to  cheer, 


Ye  wild  weeds  that  grew  so  tail  in  my  garden, 
And  clambered  my  knees  in  the  height  of  your  fun 
You  smiled  as  if  conscious  to  gain  a  full  pardon, 
For  all  the  sad  ills  to  mv  labor  you'd  done. 


I   thought    then  my    joy  and   my   youth  should   ne'er 

sever, 

So  full  was  my  bosom  of  Halcyon  sweets, 
Nor  cares  should  like  you  flourish  stronger  than  ever, 
To  shade  all  my  pleasures  and  nourish  regrets. 

JjiU  the    storm    soon    awoke,   and  though    fierce,  pro 
vident, 

And  scattered   your  seedlings  away  from  your  stem  ; 
Jiike  them   I've  heeu  cast  from  my  kind  as^ed  parent — 
To  fl.iurish  afresh  amid  the  kindest  of  men. 


Oh  mother!    loved   name,  and   most  tender  relation, 
Could  this  dull  cl(-d  of  enrlh   like  my  spirit  swift  fly, 
E'en    now  were    1    with-    thee    o'er    the    green-ridged 

ocean, 
To   light  up  with  joy  thy  age-dimmed  eye. 

But  disease,  now  approached  my  long-tried  companion, 
And   plucked,    gently  plucked    rosy  health   from    her 

cheek  ; 

Yet  onward  and  upward,  she  pressed  to  Mount  Zion, 
With  a  spirit  more  strong  as  her  flesh  became  weak, 


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Yet  still,  she  was  lovely  when  beauty  had  faded, 
And  the  lilly  was  sear  on  her  still  sunny  brow, 
Like  the  miseltoe  cheering-  the  eye  that  most  dreaded 
The  wilderness  dreary,  the  feet  must  pass  through, 

Now  forever  has  fled  thy  summer  smile  dearest : 
That  warmed  my  best  feelings  and  ripened  delight, 
And  oped  to  my  fancy  a  prospect  the  clearest, 
Unclouded  with  sadness,  and  fearless  of  night, 
And  thy  words  came  in  gushes  of  kindness  to  me, 
Like  the  last  mellow  peaches    just  plucked  from  the 
tree. 

But  Oh  !  who  can  tell  the  force  of  love's  token  : 

The  kiss,  that  can  never  be  tendered  again  ; 

When  the  bright  cords  of  life  and    of   love  are  near 

broken, 
.By  sickness  fast  hasting  to  death's  final  pain, 


"  Pegasus  is  a  curious  nan-,  and  can  only  be  rode 
by  a  skillful  hand." — Chronicle  Review  of  a  Poem 
on  the  Conflagration  of  Pittsburgh. 


ANSWER. 


I've  rode  Pegasus  many  year?, 
O'er  vale  and  lofty  hill, 

Till  now  he's  tame,  I  cannot  fear 
To  spur  him  with  my  quill. 


The  rapid  motion  of  his  wings, 
Spreads  rapture  through  my  soul, 

And  to  his  mane  each  feeling  clings, 
While  pressing  to  the  goal. 


And  what  if  o'er  some  craggy  steep, 
My  na2f  should  turning  bound, 

And  hurl  me  from  my  flying  scat, 
Impetuous — to  the  ground  ? 


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This  would  be  better  than  to  die, 

While  toiling  in  the  pit, 
By  falling  soap-stone  from  on  high, 

Which  might  my  sense  box  split. 

I  only  aired  him  out  of  late, 
Who  pleas'd  the  public  eye, 

And  since  they  praise  his  stately  gait, 
I'll  still  his  mettle  try. 

Could  you  but  only  taste  the  bliss, 

I've  drank  from  Helicon, 
You  had  suppress'd  the  kindly  wish, 

To  stay  my  progress  on. 


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THE  ESSAYIST. 

That  happiness  is  the  object  of  human  desires  and 
pursuits,  is  a  truth  found  in  the  constitution  of  man's 
nature;  and  no  person  will  deny  that  men  often  diverge 
from  the  direct  path  thereto,  and  follow  phantoms  trivial, 
evanescent,  and  wholly  unworthy  the  time  and  toil  bc- 
stowed  npon  them  is  equally  certain.  Even  when  the 
object  is  a  legitimate  one,  rashness  frequently  destroys 
the  pleasure  which  prudence  could  easily  secure. 
Hence  manifold  sufferings  are  endured,  although  the 
means  of  gratification  are  amply  strewn  along  the  paths 
of  mortality.  The  rose  is  precipitately  grasped  and  the 
hand  wounded  and  the  flower  disfigured.  The  busy 
bee  is  caught  for  his  honey,  but  the  depredator  is  stung 
in  compliment  for  his  forwardness,  till  tears  tell  the  an 
guish  of  experience.  The  butterfly  is  knocked  down 
with  the  hat  or  hand,  but  the  frail  delight  is  dead  and 
xiseless. 

I  was  brought  to  these  reflections  by  the  following 
circumstances.  While  traveling  one  beautiful  summer's 
day — the  sky  was  cloudless — the  various  flowers,  both 
•wild  and  cultivated,  were  blooming  and  casting  their  fra- 


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grance  plentifully  in  tlie  air.  The  industrious  bees 
were  abroad  collecting  their  share  of  nature's  luscious 
bounty.  The  schooner-winged  butterfly  gaily  exhibit 
ing  its  fascinating  drapery  to  every  beholder — when 
suddenly  the  free  school  was  set  loose,  from  the  chain 
oi  restraint,  for  recess.  The  lively  urchins  soon  formed 
themselves  into  small  groups  or  scampered  for  amuse 
ment  or  mischief.  Some  of  them  ran  to  a  wild  rose 
bush  which  modestly  veiled  itself  close  by  a  small  copse 
well  armed  thorns;  but  scon  rctirnied  with  small 
gain  and  much  grief.  Another  squad  flew  after  the 
wild  bees,  bn.t  nut  remembering  that  their  sweets  were 
guarded  with  stings,  they  scon  fled  the  field. with  more 
blood  than  bootr.  In  the  meanwhile  some  others  suc 
ceeded  in  catching  a  butterfly,  gorgeously  appareled, 
but  killed — and  utterly  unworthy  of  the  sweat  and  puf 
fing  it  had  cost — whilst  one  cf  them  had  fallen  into  a 
ditch  in  the  chase,  and  he  being  much  besmeared  with 
flith,  returned  slower  than  he  had  engaged  in  the  pur 
suit,  for  fear  of  chastisement. 

The  sapient  teacher  who  had  observed  the  disastrous 
eflec-ts  of  his  pupils'  rashness,  presented  each  with  a 
rose  which  he  had  plucked  for  them.  Then  he  took 
this  occasion  to  explain  to  them  that  pain  and  bliss,  joy 
and  sorrow,  were  closely  allied  by  nature — that  this  was 
nourished  by  the  same  sap — sustained  by  the  same 
bough,  that  the  nectar  of  the  flower  which  yielded  hon 
ey  to  the  bee,  also  furnished  poison  to  his  sting.  And 
that  gaudy  nothingness  often  lured  the  pursuer  to  severe 
regret — and  that  they  who  would  escape  the  scourge 
of  experience,  must  attend  to  the  lessons  of  age.  The 


(96) 

youth  that  can  frequently  indulge  in  the  destruction  of  any 
useful  or  harmless  creature,  may  become  so  habituated 
to  acts  of  cruelty,  that  he  may  in  future  raise  his  arm 
against  the  life  of  his  fellow  or  partner,  and  against  the 
liberties  of  his  country  without  compunction.  The  time 
spent  in  such  miserable  employment  is  worse  than 
thrown  away — as  in  it  is  deposited  the  germ  of  ignomi 
nious  wretchedness. 

While  these  events  were  passing,  a  lovely  circle  of 
pretty  girls  were  delightfully  singing  in  the  shade  of  a 
lofty  oak  the  following  juvenile  song  : — 

I  LOVE  TO  PLAY  BESIDE  THE  RILL. 

CP    Mnior. x^I^N 3 

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pluck          »he          wild        flower           from  the             hill,  Which 
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ne'er  had  blush'd         be       -       fore. 


(97) 

For  there  my  eyes  first  gained  the  light 

Which  beautified  the  scene, 
Where  from  the  spring  I  drink  delight, 

When  woods  are  decked  in  green. 

And  there  I  first  essayed  to  walk, 

Upheld  by  mother's  hand, 
And  lisped  the   language  which  I  talk, 

To  learn  her  blest  command. 

There,  too,  the  precious  light  of  truth 

Dawn'd  early  an  iny  Avay, 
And  Goodness  healed  my  spirit's  ruth, 

And  taught  my  heart  to  pray. 

The  strain  -I  knew  well,  yet  it  came  to  my  ear  with 
a  liquid  softness  I  cannot  define,  as  if  it  had  been  puri 
fied  from  all  earthly  harshness  as  it  floated  through  the 
intervening  distance.  And  had  I  not  seen  the  innocent 
choirists  I  should  have  mistaken  their  enchanting  melo 
dy  for  "fairy  strains  brought  near."  Nor  could  I  help 
saying— 

If  heaven  is  filled  with  such  bliss, 
Oh,  who  would  not  wish  to  be  there  ? 

And  yet  this  is  but  the  dew  of  delight — the  anticipa 
tion  of  endless  fruition — the  echo  of  that  grand  Hallelu 
jah  Chorus,,  -in  which  every  finger  shall  with  spiritual 
delicacy  draw  forth  inconceivable  sweetness  from  the 
9* 


98  ) 


interminable  chord  of  eternity ;  and  every  voice  shall 
sing  the  sublime  poetry  of  Jesus  and  His  Redemption, 
with  unalloying  extacy  ;  while  each  hand  shall  perform 
the  brilliant  fantasia  with  intuitive  excellence,  as  an  ac 
companiment  to  immortal  minds — Then  shall  the  felici 
tous  grandeur  of  heavenly  day  brighten  to  the  expand 
ing  vision  of  virtuous  intellect  immeasurably. 

Who,  that  has  an  enlarged  view  of  the  important 
subject  of  Singing,  does  not  deprecate  the  apathy  of  pa 
rents,  teachers  and  school  directors  in  relation  to  it. 
There  is  no  art  or  science  that  can  yield  suth  a  vast 
harvest  of  pleasure  at  so  trifling  a  cost  of  time  and  la 
bor  ;  yet  there  is  no  art  less  cultivated  than  the  Divine 
Art  of  Music. 


(99) 


AN  APOLOGY. 


Oh,  blame  not  always  "busy  masters, 
Because  they  care  and  wish  to  gain, 

Nor  the  church's  learned  pastors, 
Who  wish  the  wealthy  to  sustain. 


They  all  are  men  with  kindred  passions, 
And  interest  tends  to  blind  the  mind, 

That  virtue  prejudiced  by  fashions 
May  sometimes  seal  a  bosom  kind. 


What  if  those,  their  stanch  opposers, 
Were  made  the  owners  of  the  pelf; 

Humanity  might  still  be  losers, 
When  their  eve  is  turned  on  self. 


The  King  may  be  no  more  a  tyrant, 
Than  beggar  bending  at  his  gate, 

Or  the  sycophant  aspirant, 

Moulded  by  a  change  of  state. 


(  100) 


FOR  THE  SUCCESS  OF  TEMPERANCE 

IN    LOWER    ST.     CLAIR    TOWN  SUIT. 

Key  of  C. 

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3~~i    ~ I     Tr~\    7*     ~     r 


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O'n  the  n'nateenth  of  March  once,  was    bro't  to    tin     t  xs£.  Whether 

1  —  i    g  -  o*  a  *     n 


wn  •    tcr        or        whis  -  key  wiu  stron  -  ger    nml        bc.-t  ; 


The      (iroir-gers  brn^'d    lou  lly,  "their    li  -  quors  stood    proof,  And 
O          c>          -1  A  O          iT>     _  1 

J     "     1    I  4     "     ^1  .V     (j     71  ;"ll 

raited  vvea  •   :-y  f])i  -  riis         to         hea  •   vcn's  arc-In  d     rooi  ; 

SoprnnOt     Chorus.     Vij 


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The  fis^ire  standing  alone,  is  one  brat  in  lenirth  :  when  dotted,  thus  (!') 
one  beat  aud  a  half;  with  a  hook  under  it,  thus  C 1 )  half  a  beat. 


The  groggers  rose  early,  their  force  to  command, 
And  promised  them  plenty,  if  firm  they  should  stand ; 
"  Be  careful,  don't  stagger,  nor  break  a  straight  line, 
Nor  let  the  foe  smell  you  of  whiskey  or  wine  ; 
Keep  straight  but  this  once,   and  all  stammering  for 
bear, 
And  victory  shall  crown  you  in  Lower  St.  Clair." 


The  Twin  Cities'  topers,  late  vanquished,  in  grief, 
Now  looked  to  our  township  for  certain  relief, 
This  gate  was  still  open  through  which  to  retreat, 
If  Alcohol  sweetened  and  inflamed  with  heat 
Should  prostrate  fair  temperance  and  make  its  friends 

stare, 
And  own  they  were  vanquished  in  Lower  St.  Clair. 


The  cold  water  army  advanced  quick  and  stout, 
And  each  youthful  voter  was  soon  a  recruit, 


(  102  )  • 

And  nobly  defended  the  Tetotal  cause 
And  snatched  lovely  virtue  from  ruin's  wide  jaws. 
Now  every  vexed  toper  must  stagger  elsewhere 
To  find  a  fit  spue  ground  from  Lower  St.  Clair. 

The  boatmen  long  dexterously  r-tecred  the  rum   craft. 

By  snag  and  by  sawyer,  bv  island  and  raft, 

Till  rotten  and  worn  it  began  to  slick  fast — 

At  this  crisis  of  dan^r  the  temperance  barge  pnss'd. 

They  bounded  on  board  her.  and   pulled   hard  to  share, 

The  gladness  of  coinpiest   in   Lower  .St.  L'iair. 

R-.-joice  lovily  rallies  and  echoim:  bills, 
And  flow  on   with  music   ye  bountiful   rills, 
Rejoice,  too,  ye  children,  whose   parents  redeemed 
Have  duffed    your    old    garments    and    made    y"U   es- 

teemed. 

And  matrons  and  maidens  the  tidings  declare1, 
That  Temperance  has  triumphed  in  Lower  tr't.  Clair. 


(  103) 


SPRING. 

Hail,  fairest  darling-  of  the  year, 

I  love  to  see  thee  soon  appear, 

And  catch  soft  glances  from  thine  eye* 

Where  still  reluctant  vapors  lie. 

Though  Winter  chills   my  busy  feet, 

I  hasten  from  his  cold  retreat, 

In  the  deep  vale,  to  taste  the  breeze 

Fresh  from  thy  lips,  my  soul  to  please, 

And  loiter  on  some   flow'ry  bed, 

Thou  hast  with  fragrant  fingers  spread, 

Inviting  age  and  toil  to  ease, 

And  Love  to  bend  his  waiting  knees, 

Till  she  whose  promise  brought  him  there, 

Bring  other  joys  and  take  a  share. 

And  if  a  storm  flit  o'er  thy  brow, 

And  shade  thy  young  charms  from  my  view, 

I  know  by  Veto's  music  voice, 

Thou  soon  wilt  bid  all  earth  rejoice. 

He  is,  thy  harbinger,  O  Spring, 

In  him  I  hear  sweet  promise  sing, 

While  gladness  spreads  his  crimson  breast, 

Each  ready  tongue  declares  him  blest, 


And  all  who  hear  his  mellow  tone, 
As  key-note  to  each  cheerful  one 
Who  loves  to  swell  his  pleasing  strain, 
Since  joy  has  come  to  earth  again. 
Should  Winter  looking  backward  grin, 
And  Boreas  come  with  snowy  wing, 
And  spread  o'er  earth  the  pall  of  death, 
And  triumph  with  his  loudest  breath, 
He  soon  shall  weep  his  life  away, 
Touch'd  by  the  power  of  growing  day, 
And  scented  zephyrs  softly  blow 
On  the  last  trophy  of  the  foe. 


(  105) 


LINES 

WRITTEN    DURING    THE    READING    OF    AN   ESSAY    AGAINST 
POETRY. 

Lovely  woman  still  I'll  sing, 
Although  it's  called  a  foolish  thing; 
Her  virtue,  love  and  beauty's  prime, 
Shall  bloom  'mid  clouds  which  frown  on  rhyme. 
Shine  on  in  modest  goodness  bright, 
Like  heaven's  queen  make  darkness  light ; 
For  folly  would  her  mantle  throw 
On  you,  who  make  blest  posey  glow. 
Were  you  not  decked  with  heavenly  bliss, 
Oh !   what  a  dismal  world  were  this. 
What  are  the  flowers  of  Spring  and  Song 
To  charm  the  eye  and  car  along? 
What  are  green  woods,  and  hills,  and  vales, 
Or  Summer  smiles,  or  fragrant  gales, 
Or  Autumn's  fruits,  spread  o'er  the  land, 
Or  all  that  earth  calls  good  and  grand  ; 
A  woman's  smile,  to  human  breast, 
Is  better  far  than  all  expressed — 
She  is  most  worthy  of  the  pen 
Of  angels  or  the  best  of  men. 
10 


(  106  ) 


unson. 

DUET. 


Ku    -   rnl  nymph  of     neat    proportion  Ev-er-v 

i_2nd_TREBLE. 


charm      a      -      doruj  thy     brow:          IVr.u  -  ty  :'. 

§-^^^,-        --^:    :^4«-i|:^:*: 
~HL_i_          W__L«-l-_        Lr^ I 

*,'    '  *    9 


to «_ 

^F- 

>. »/ 


in        his 


(107) 

Comely  as  a  rose  in  summer 
Coyly  peeping  thro'  a  copse, 
At  thy  presence  every  comer 
Kindling  feels  arise  new  hopes. 


Entertainment  constant  lingers 
Around  the  object  of  my  love  : 
Reaching  out  love's  glowing  fingers, 
Now  they  from  my  heart  strings  move. 


Sacred  strains,  which  none  could  waken 

But  a  matchless  fairy  queen, 

And  had  silent  lain,  forsaken, 

Cold,  as  though  they  ne'er  had  been. 


(  108) 


long  an  tjje  Ilia  (Drank 


SOLO. 


-   r=i 

'' 


zrzrtaiirff: 


My      fond        re   -    nicui  -  bcr  •  aneo   shall  trace,  Thiuo  im?.ge 


in    •what          ev    -    cr    place,  My  bo  -  ing       may    be     cast ; 


While    time    sjireads     o  -  vcr       me       his       wiugs ;  And  when    e- 


tcr  •  ni      -      ty       begins ;  Which  ne    -    vcr  can        bo     past. 


My  spirit  gladly  on  the  breeze, 
Rides  over  vales,  and  hills  and  seas, 

To  smile  on  her  I  love : 
Then  Hope  brings  back  the  by-gone  days, 
When  beauty's  beam,  with  pleasure's  blaze, 

Rais'd  all  my  soul  above. 


(  109) 

That  joy  oft  meets  me  on  the  strand, 
Where  danger  lurks  on  Rio  Grande, 

And  prompts  to  constant  care : 
When  leisure  bends  my  lids  to  rest, 
In  dreams  I  feel  supremely  blest, 

To  find  thee  always  near. 


Then,  when  the  toilsome  war  is  o'er, 
If  I  shall  gain  my  native  shore, 

I'll  quickly  fly  to  thee  ; 
For  speed  shall  lend  his  ready  wings. 
To  him  who  love  and  honor  brings 

To  sweetest  constancy. 


(Sunns. 


SErOXDO._ 


_TAXTQ. 

I" 


ITIotl.       Be -side    the  path  where  lieautv  trod,     I      sat  me  dowu  to 
BASSO. 


----  1  ----  T.~T^  --  1  —  \~S3~D  —  1  ---  1  —  IT 


) 


rest    ^Vhen  every  flower  look'd  up  to  God;  And  fragrant  thanks  expressed. 


*=f- 


The  sun  smiled  blushes  l>ack      to       night,  As     be    in  bliss    with- 


( 111 ) 


EVANS.—  Continued. 


drew.    And  she  pursued  liim  with  delight.  As  thoughts  of  lovers  do. 


Sweet  strains,   brought   gladness  to  my  ear, 

On  fragrance  of  flowers  ; 
Which  told  my  happiness  was  near, 

Though  hid  in  shadv  bowers, 
Sure  Adam,  in  his  prestinc  state, 

When  waked  by  song  of  Eve, 
Could  only,   rapturously,  relate 

The  joys  such  strains  can  give. 


Soon  hushed  the  strains, — the  fervent  song, 

Which  praised  a  Savior's  love  ; 
And  she,  all  lovely,  tript  along 

The  consecrated   grove. 
Each  flower  bowed  gracefully  its  head, 

As  she  came  blushing  by ; 
And  odor  blessed  her  as  she  led 

My  fascinated  eye. 


Clje  (Dr{i{janj 


TEVDERLY. 


- 

DUET. 


_Snd 

:-3- 
W^^E^r 

«y 


sis  -  ter       death  has  rolib'd  us ;  Of    our 


^ ; 

svreot       pa    -    ter  -   iial    home.  Wo     had       par-  cuts 

•4V  —  ss 


j=gp|lgii^^|gg=:|; 


wise    and     pi  -  ou?,  Now  their    voice    of         love.        is 


"~5«      *  - 


i 


dumb,  Now  their    voice     of  lore        is     dumb. 


Loud  the  Autumn  wind  is  howling, 
Breathing  wretchedness  and  scorn : 

And  the  roving  clouds  are  scowling, 
Like  our  prospects,  dark  and  lorn. 

Cold  's  the  hearth  where  Knowledge  brightened. 

While  Instruction  went  around, 
And  affection  always  heightened 

Joys,  Religion  made  abound. 

Here  we'll  kneel,  where  pure  Devotion 

Kindled  sadness  into  bliss ; 
And  the  darkness  of  affliction 

Vanished  at  the  face  of  peace. 

We  must  part,  and  toil  for  strangers  ; 

Providence,  our  steps  shall  guide, 
God  shall  shelter  us  from  danger 

If  we  in  His  grace  abide. 

Lo !  the  rill,  half  of  God's  promise, 

Daily  to  our  wants,  supplies : 
Earnest  that  his  hand  possesses 

Bread  to  calm  our  prayerful  sighs. 

Farewell  home  and  dearest  sister ; 

Farewell  scenes  of  early  love  ; 
Farewell  Joys,  like  grapes  in  cluster, 

From  your  blessedness  we  move. 


(114) 


A  SONG. 

Oh  love,  thy  charms  have  Avon  my  heart 

With  many  a  rosy  wile  ; 
And  fascination's  mystic  art 

Lights  toil  with  pleasure's  smile. 

Beneath  the  gladness  of  thine  eye, 

I  low  rich  all  tilings  appear? 
And  sorrow,  passing  with  a  sigh, 

Peels  comforted  when   near. 

The  feelings  of  my  ravished  soul, 
Touched  l.iy  thy  looks  of  love. 

Vibrate  in  strains  thou  must  have  stole 
From  angels'  songs  above. 

So  vast  the  witcheries  that  dwell 

In  thy  love  kindling  beams, 
That  rapture  fails  the  bliss  to  tell, 

Tho'  tutored  long  in  dreams. 

My  thoughts,  and  thine,  each  other  greet, 

Like  pure  harmonic  sounds, 
And  interest  bids  us  oft  repeat 

The  cause  whence  joy  abounds. 


SALUTATION 

TO    THE    SONS    OF    TEMPERANCE. 

Behold  the  Sons  of  Temperance  come, 

in  beautiful  array — 
Not  with  the  shriU-tongued  fife  or  drum 

To  lead  them  on  their  way. 

They  come  with  firm  elastic  tread, 

And  kindest  words  of  peace  : 
And  all  who  hearken,  shall  be  led 

Where  blessings  shall  increase. 

They  come  with  knowledge-beaming  eyes, 

And  every  manly  grace  : 
At  their  approach,  the  mother's  sighs 

To  j'oyfulness  give  place. 

They  come  with  out-stretched  hands  to  raise 

The  fallen  toper  up ; 
And  lead  the  erring  from  his  ways, 

To  Virtue's  social  group. 


( 


We  hail  them  with  the  voice  of  joy, 
All  grief  before  them  flies  — 

As  mist  which  would  the  light  annoy 
When  Sol  begins  to  rise. 

The  secret  of  the  Holy  One, 

May  every  brother  hear, 
And  the  new  name  in  the  white  stone 

Each  spirit  ever  bear. 


HOW  SWEET  IT  IS  TO  DIE. 

How  sweet  it  is  to  die, 

When  Jesus'  smiles  I  see 
Illume  the  cloudless  sky 

Of  vast  futurity. 

The  grave,  oft  fringed  with  fears, 
When  viewed  in  His  blest  light, 

A  rainbow  beauty  wears, 
And  promises  delight. 

To  see  death's  portals  wreathed 

With  amaranthine  flowers, 
And  hear  Christ's  triumphs  breathed 

With  heaven's  best  tutored  powers  ; 

To  see  glad  spirits  wave 
Their  ever-blooming  palms, 

I  gladly  meet  the  grave, 
And  fly  to  Jesus'  arms. 


(117) 
LINES  SENT  WITH  A  LOAD  OF  GOAL 

TO   THE    REV.    J.    ELLIOT. 

Some  fruit  of  my  labor  I  send, 

To  bless  you  when  winter  winds  sigh ; 

When  night  her  long  mantle  shall  lend, 
To  bless  whom  the  tempest  outfly. 

When  Mary's  sweet  prattlers  and  you 
Half  circle  the  coal-blazing  fire ; 

And  housewifery  winds  her  big  clew, 
To  mend,  or  to  make  new  attire. 

Oh !  it's  good  at  the  close  of  day 

To  lean  on  oblivion's  breast; 
When  care  has  forgot  what  to  say, 

We  sink  in  the  soft  arms  of  rest. 


THE  DECLARATION. 

I  need  not  tell  thee,  fairest  creature, 

That  my  heart  is  wholly  thine  ; 
Or  that  my  fancy  from  each  feature 

Drinks  ambrosia  divine. 

Pure  flows  the  fount,  whence  kindness  gushes 

In  sweetest  accents  copiously, 
Which  beautified  with  love's  bright  blushes, 

Enchants  my  soul  unceasingly. 
11 


( 


The  place  where  first  we  met,  my  dearest, 

Is  sacred  still  in  memory  green: 
For  thou,  my  thankful  spirit,  cheerest 

With  joys  no  eye  but  mine  has  seen. 

And  now  beneath  this  locust's  shadow, 
I  pledge  my  hand  and  heart  to  thine  ; 

While  flows  yon  stream  and  smiles  the  meado\v, 
My  feelings  shall  around  thee  twine. 


THE  WIFE'S  NEW- YEARS  GIFT. 

Many  are  the  joys  that  flourish, 
Amid  thy  smiles,  thou  lovely  one ; 

Richer  than  tlie  mines  can  furnish, 
Yielding  precious  gold  and  stone. 

Since  the  hour  I  first  beheld  thee 
Clothed  in  beauty's  best  array; 

Heaven  I've  thought  did  kindly  send  thee 
On  this,  earth,  to  bless  my  stay. 

Life,  with  thee,  knows  nought  of  sorrow ; 

Enjoyment  lights  thy  beaming  eyes, 
Yesterday;  Didst  thou.  not  borrow 

Nectar  where  joy  never  dies? 


WRITTEN  ON"  THE  SUDDEN  DEATH  OF 
GEORGE  RAMSAY; 

Who  was  killed  by  the  falling  of  a  stone  in  a  Coal 
Pit  up  Saw  Mill  Run. 

Death  like  a  skillful  archer  lies 

In  secret  ambush  still ; 
We  see  his  victim  fall  who  sighs, 

Just  conscious  of  his  ill. 

We  start  alarmed  at  the  event, 

The  sudden  danger^fear, 
And  know  not  but  his  bow  is  bent, 

At  us  advancing  near. 

Oft,  careless  run,  the  wise  and  young 

In  dissipation's  road,' 
As  if  fell  Death,  with  bow  unstrung, 

Slept  in  his  dark  abode. 

*  4?  '     . 

But  soon  disease  can  blaze  his  mark 

Upon  the  stoutest  frame? 
Then  speeds  the  arrow  in  the  dark, 

And  sure  to  reach  its  aim. 


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Among  the  flowers  of  early  spring, 

Sweet  innocence  at  play 
Oft  feels  the  arrow's  poisoned  sting 

And  quickly  pines  away. 

There  is  no  place  in  mine  or  field 

Secure  against  his  shaft, 
E'en  prudence  with  his  largest  shield 

Must  fall  subdued  at  last. 

Then  should  we  take  each  step  with  care, 

Along  th',1  vale  of  life, 
And  by  a  living  faith  prepare 

To  gain  the  final  strife. 

Then  Victory,  shall  close  our  eye?, 

And  bravery  relate ; 
And  we  shall  reign  above  the  skies, 

In  a  triumphant  state. 


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